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Can You?

By: HisDirtyLittleSlut



I wanted you to watch. I wanted you to see his hand as it traced the curve of my full hips. Watch as he caresses my ass, tracing the half moons of my voluptuous bottom before sliding back up my body and resting it on the very hip he will be grabbing onto later this evening. Can you see the goosebumps as they cover my flesh? Perhaps my hardened nipples as they poke against the thin material surrounding them? I see you, sitting at the table next to us, pretending to engage in conversation with people you can't even focus on. Instead your eyes are focused on my legs, long and smooth and seemingly endless beneath the hem of my skirt. You watch as we sit next to you, him taking the seat next to me and leaving the other side of our table empty. 

You watch as I cross my legs only to have his hand reach under and tap my knee. I quickly uncross, placing both feet on the ground but keeping them closed. He begins caressing my thigh, lightly running his fingertips up and down my left leg, leaning over to whisper into my ear. You see me shudder, more goosebumps. My nipples ache now. His hand taps my knee again and I part my legs, opening them just enough for him to slide his hand between them. He is not touching my sex, not yet. He is simply caressing the inside of my thigh now. 

I keep my arms on the table, keeping my hands out of my lap as he teases me. A simple glance your way and I see you shifting in your seat, unable to maintain eye contact with your own company as his hand slides farther up my skirt. He has shifted the thin material and you can see the tops of my stockings and the clips to my garter. You clear your throat but I pay no attention, heat traveling through my body, radiating from my very core as his fingertips caress my covered sex. The black lace panties are just barely visible to you. I open wider. Can you see them now? 

He is using his right hand as he is sitting to my left. I reach down with my left hand, placing it on his thigh. He whispers some more and I smile, closing my eyes and leaning my head back. His fingertips have now slipped between the thin material and my skin, tracing the curve of my swollen sex. My red lips part as I take in a breath, deep and heavy as he finds my aroused bud. Like a flower I open for him, shifting in the seat, sliding down just enough to allow him easier access to the flower he wants. 

My hand has moved now, higher up his thigh until it comes to a rest at the hardness hidden in his pants. I want to feel it. I want to wrap my fingers around the velvet shaft and caress it. My nipples are harder, poking against the thin material and visible to anyone who may be looking. Oh we are not alone, the restaurant is full of diners and you were unfortunate enough to watch as we took the table right beside you. Now your eyes are glued to my flesh, your hand twitching as it watches this man caress my sex, his finger sliding up and down the curve of my lips before sliding between them. 

Our food arrives but he is incessant on torturing me, keeping his hand in place as I move both of mine back up. He takes his fork in his left hand and begins to feign eating as I focus on my food and not the fact that he has now slid a finger inside of me. My heart is racing, heat flushing my cheeks and turning them bright red. I wait for someone to tell us to leave, afraid that a waiter or perhaps a patron has seen what is going on beneath our table. I look around the room and part my lips, a soft moan escaping them as he slides in a second finger. You are fixated, watching as he begins to slowly pump into me. 

Can you see it? Can you see my sex tighten around his fingers, pulling him deeper inside of me? Can you hear my heart beating as if trying to escape the confines of my ribs? Can you see the small beads of sweat forming across my ample chest? I see you. You are watching my breasts rise and fall with each deep inhale of breath, his thumb rubbing across my clit as his fingers slide in and out of me. They are slick with my sweet honey and soon I am gripping the edge of the table, my body now trembling as he brings me to an orgasm. Your breathing has matched mine and as I exhale loudly, you do as well.

I hear you now, your breathing is labored like mine and I imagine feeling it graze lightly over my neck. I was watching you the entire time. I watched your eyes focused on his fingers, watching them slide in and out of my sex. I watched you move up to look at the rise and fall of my chest and then back down. You went to my feet, looking at my ankles as if you were imagining something. What were you imagining? Were they tied? Perhaps bound to a spacer bar? Was it your hand sliding between my legs and torturing me so under the table? 

He slowly slides his fingers from my sex, wet with my juices. I watch as he brings them to his lips and sucks them clean. I shudder again because I know that tonight, his fingers will be replaced by his tongue and his cock will finally be between my lips and deep into my mouth. I glance at you again and you are staring intently. My panties are still pulled to the side and you lick your lips as you catch a a sparkle from my glistening sex. I slide my hand down, running a finger quickly over my sex before pulling my panties back into place. I motion with my finger and your eyes follow as it moves back up the table and to my red and parted mouth. I look into your eyes as I trace my bottom lip, slowly running my tongue over it to taste myself. I continue looking into your eyes as I wrap my lips around my finger and suck. 

This time you shudder.

Can You Breathe?



I was naked and bent over, ungainly with my arse in the air. I was kissing my wife's feet in her beautiful red leather shoes. They were open at the toe and I wanted to take her stocking clad big toe in my mouth but I did not dare. I carefully looked up the length of her taupe leg as I kissed the top of her foot but she noticed my head turning and cracked her riding crop across my buttocks and I went back to adoring her foot with my lips. She remained silent and impassive. I could feel the weight of her black eyes gazing down at me.

She pressed the tip of her crop into my throat just below the chin and used it to lift my head up. She slowly guided me so I looked at her ankle and shin and knee and soft round thigh. I knelt in front of her with my face level with her crotch. My cock was throbbing and hard. She was wearing a tight purple satin thong. She touched my cheek and made me look up into her pretty face. I could see her full breasts in a bra that matched her thong and above them her red lips. She was sneering. Her raven-black hair framed her face as she looked down on me with contempt. She kept her voice cold.

'Stand up!' 

She was actually shorter than me by a few inches. She stretched up to kiss my forehead and she let her breasts press into my chest. She circled me, trailing her hand across my chest and back. The noise of her high-heels on the floor turned me on. I had learnt not to bother trying to speak. We had been married for 3 months. She had been dominating me from the start. She stopped behind me and squeezed my buttock where she had hit me and giggled when I winced. She scratched her nail across the welt and I drew in breath raggedly but my cock throbbed with desire. I was on edge. What was her plan for me?

She stood in front of me again and bent to remove her shoes. She made sure that I could see her deep cleavage. She handed me her shoes and raised her eyebrow. I realised she wanted me to put them on so I tried to take them but she did not let go. She nodded towards her hand. I felt unsure of what she expected from me but I took a chance and bent and kissed her hand. It was the right move. She released her shoes and I sat to put them on. 

She was watching me carefully. Her feet were dainty and at first I could not get into the shoes so I looked up at her. She said 'Put them on. Now!'

I forced my feet into them. My toes were crushed together and my heels hurt too. Then she said 'Stand up.'

I got to my feet but I wobbled. The shoes had a maybe 3 inch heel. It made my toes hurt more. I did not think I would be able to walk but I knew she would force me to. There was pain shooting down below my ankle. 'Walk! Parade yourself for me. Waggle your arse like a girl.'

I took one step and nearly fell. I recovered and slowly tottered towards her. She moved to one side and swung her crop across my arse. 

'Faster, bitch! Faster.' My eyes stung with humiliation but I did what she said. I tried to increase my stride to go faster but I was too unstable. I had to mince like a girl. I felt sweat break out all over. I found my arse was swaying from side to side because of the small steps I was taking. She hit me again and again as I paced in front of her with a red face. I was crying but my cock was rock solid. I had fiery pain in my ankles and across the bridge of my foot and both buttocks burnt too. I felt dizzy but I kept walking, she was following me yelling 'Come on! Faster! Run!' Then I fell to the floor, bashing my left knee and she stood over me. I looked up at her and saw the crop rise and fall as she rained blows onto my back. She mocked me as she beat me 'Babies can walk but you can't. Old men even can walk. Do you want me to get you a walking stick? Do you need a wheelchair?'

She stopped and took a step back. She crouched down and I looked up into her eyes. I was her 7th husband and I knew she did not love me. She married me just to use me. But I still adored her and carried a vain hope that she would one day love me back. Now she said 'Follow me.' and she went to sit on her leather sofa. I followed on my knees, shaking after the beating. I was frightened too. She had me kneel between her legs and she slouched down so her crotch pressed against my chest. She slapped my left cheek. She was smiling. Then she took my hands and handcuffed them behind my back and as she leant forwards to do this her hair brushed against my face. 

She reached down and grabbed my cock with her left hand and began to stroke it very gently and slowly, from the head to the base of the shaft and back. I looked at her full big breasts and wanted to kiss them. I could see her nipples under the purple satin, swollen and hard. She rubbed her crotch into my chest and kept on stroking my cock. My desire was growing stronger and without thinking I pushed my cock forwards into her hand. She responded immediately by slapping the head of my cock so it stung before going back to her slow methodical stroking. She ruffled my hair with her right hand and then caressed my cheek. She leant forward so her breasts were inches from my face. I got a good look before she pulled my head to her breasts and pressed my face to her cleavage. I could smell her musky perfume and enjoyed her soft warmth but I could not see. I could only breath through my mouth. She adjusted my head so both my nose and mouth were pressed so tightly into her breasts that I could not draw air. I looked up at her merciless eyes. 

She kept stroking my cock and I could feel myself getting closer to coming. I tried to pull my face away to get air but she held me tight with her right hand as her left brought me closer and closer to release. I could feel my vision going dark around the edges. The room was swaying but the way she was rubbing me was delightful. She sped up. I tried to focus on her dark eyes, trying not to pass out. Her eyes were cold and assessing and they bore into mine. I could feel the pressure rising in my cock and then suddenly she pushed me away. I drew a huge lungful of air and at the same time came. It was a massive orgasm and waves of pleasure swept through my body.

Slowly I got my breath back. She was watching me like I was an insect. I started to gush 'Thank you thank you thank you,' but she told me to shut up. She told me to get on the sofa and I lay on my front with my head in her lap. She turned my head so my face was towards her flat stomach and I kissed her there. She scolded me and told me to stop. Then she turned on the TV and ignored me. 

After half an hour she got up and told me to lie still. I could hear running water. I thought she was having a bath. She came back with a bucket of water, a towel, some leather straps and some papers. She sat on my back and undid my handcuffs before getting up and telling me to get up. She made me bring a coffee table and put it in front of the sofa and then bring a chair which I put so it was facing the table and to the right of the sofa. She pushed me down onto the chair and quickly handcuffed my hands behind the back of the chair. She strapped my chest to the chair and fixed my ankles and upper shins to the chair legs so that my knees were about a foot apart. She took my cock into her mouth and sucked until my cock was throbbing and the veins were standing out. Then she left. I saw that the papers were the contract she had made me sign the previous week for life insurance. My throat went dry with fear. I called her but she did not come. I screamed. 

When she came back she was wearing black stockings and a black corset. She had black shoes. She settled herself on my lap and began to kiss me. Her perfume smelt heady. Her stockings were soft on my thighs and she pressed herself against my chest. I kissed her back. She had her arms around my neck and she purred in my ear 'Why did you scream?' but before I could answer she had her tongue in my mouth and she held my head so I couldn't have pulled away even if I had wanted to. She kissed me for a long time, my cock was hard, trapped between her thigh and my stomach. She was always tender like this before she did something particularly cruel and I fell for it every time. 

She stood up and smiled at me. 'Did you see these papers?' I nodded. 'I bet you're wondering why I got them out?' 

I started to speak but she had taken up the towel and wrapped it once round my head. She told me 'I'm going to wrap the rest of this towel around your head. You will be blind and deaf and mute. You'll be useless. Then, when I'm ready, when I'm bored, I'm going to tip this bucket of water over your head. The towel will be soaked. Do you think you can breath through a wet towel?'

She pulled the towel tight and I could feel my breath hot in front of my mouth and nose. I was terrified and I tried to scream but already she had twisted the towel tightly so there were three layers all round. She fastened it with another leather strap. I felt panic tighten my chest. I wanted to vomit. Then I felt her mouth close around my cock again and it felt good. The pleasure took away some of the fear. I still felt dizzy and disoriented. Her clever mouth brought me close to another orgasm but then she stepped away. My cock bobbed and felt cool from the wetness and I tried to raise my crotch to find some satisfaction but found only air. 

The chair tipped over and I felt my chest press against the glass coffee table. Suddenly the pressure on my chest increased. I realised she had sat and put her legs up on the back of the chair so that her weight was squeezing me between the table and the chair. 

I could still breath but it was restricted. I felt her hand grasp my cock and she was stroking me again hard and fast. It was not long before I was about to come but then she stopped. My blood was pounding in my ears. I wondered what she was doing, what she was about to do. I was very scared and I tried to listen carefully for any sound or clue but there was nothing. She did not touch me again. Slowly my cock began to go soft and as it did so my fear increased. Would she really kill me? Her legs were still over the chair so I knew she was close but she wasn't doing anything. I was in a silent terrifying world. My wife had complete power, and I had nothing but darkness, fear and helplessness.



Can You Count the Rain?



Little Owl held the tipi flap open and waited for permission to enter. Trails of sacred smoke poured out of the opening and flowed upward. The acrid scent of the smoke mixed with the smell of sweat, blood and urine. He let the scent envelope him as he prepared to enter.

"You may enter Little Owl." Running Elk spoke slowly, with a raspy voice. The oldest of the tribal elders, he also acted as their medicine man and shaman. He paused and looked at the young one who had just entered, feeling his agitation, his emotion, his spirit, Running Elk asked, "What troubles you silent one?"

"I saw the strange Oglala ride in with his tribe. He climbed down from his horse, looked at the long line of his tribe behind him and then he gave his rifle to the White Father."

"I saw that too. We all knew the day may come to us. Our fates have left our own hands, we wait, it is all we can do now."

"Running Elk, I must tell you, I had a dream, no, a vision. Last night, in the faint light before the moon slept I saw an open plain. On the plain stood a single buffalo, nothing else for mile and miles, only the one. As his shadow rolled over the grasses, I saw it stumble and fall. It lay on the ground with no legs and no hair. I ran to it and looked closer, I looked at its head, its face. Its eyes glowed in the moonlight as it faded away. Then there was a darkness."

"Ah, Little Owl, your powers grow much stronger, soon you will replace me as shaman. Don't worry, I too had that vision. It is as White Buffalo Woman taught us long ago: when the buffalo falls without legs and hair, the great waters will cover us."

"But there's no water nearby. We are surrounded by dry lands and dried creeks. It is so dry the buffalo have gone, so dry the buzzards don't circle. So where is the water that will cover us?"

"Can you count the rain? Can you count the white man? The raindrops fall, a flood is coming."

Inside the fort, the strange Oglala followed the White Father, silently surrendering to save his people. He walked tall, his head up in a quiet dignity, a man defeated, but not conquered, never conquered. He was surrounded by soldiers and some of his people. He recognized Little Big Man, once his friend, now wearing a blue coat. 

Dust rose around the fort as people moved to see the man following the captain, voices rolled through the crowd. "Is that the one?" "They should hang him." "He doesn't look that fierce now." The voices rose in a steady din until the captain stopped, slamming his heel onto the wooden porch. Suddenly inside the fort it was silent, no one spoke, everyone stood still, listening. They listened to a sound coming from outside the fort, a moaning or chant of sorts, coming from the Indians that were camped in their tipis around the outer stockade.

The chant never increased, never rose or fell, it remained steady, like a hum or perhaps the quiet sobs of a young child, trying to be quiet. It was only then that the captain, the one they called White Father truly understood the power of the man standing before him. He stared down at his captive and whispered to the guards, "Okay, take him."

Two guards grabbed his arms lightly, turned him to one side and began leading him across the compound. A group of soldiers and the blue clad Indians followed him. The crowd cleared as they walked, but when the captive saw he they were headed toward a cage, he paused. "This is not what was promised," he said, turning so he could shout out to the captain. He took a step and was jumped by the guards. Little Big Man pulled a knife and stabbed him in the chest. The strange Oglala fell to the ground.

Suddenly, a great noise thundered from the Oglala tents. A voice cried out, then another: "The strange one, the Oglala is dead." The noise increased as the people sobbed in grief.

Little Owl opened the tent flap and looked out. Although he just then heard what the people were saying, somehow he already knew. He looked to the old man and whispered: "Crazy Horse is dead."

"The flood is coming," was all Running Elk could say.



Can You Dance The Fandango



My now normal routine of doing one story a year continues with this a story about how the beautiful Summer Rae and Fandango got together. I think this is the best WWE fan fiction I've done [doesn't cover much I know but still] for someone who can seemingly only produce one story a year this is quite a good one so enjoy, all comments/abuse welcome below see you next year. 

*****

The suave and sleek Fandango is down in Florida at the NXT Performance centre looking for a new dancing partner. He has already said no to a pale dark haired British girl and now is wandering around backstage looking for someone beautiful to dance with. All of the girls he has met so far just have no rhythm and he cannot believe how flat footed and uncoordinated they are. Fandango stops to check his reflection in a dressing room mirror admiring just how good he looks, his 6ft tall figure is well tanned and his chest muscles are extremely well toned. He is only wearing a black vest jacket opened up so as not to hide his amazing 6 pack abs and he admires them flexing in the mirror knowing what a body like his does to woman. Covering his strong legs are a pair of his brand new wrestling tights which are a vibrant light green with purple stripes while just a pair of solid black wrestling boots finishes off the dancer's attire. Brushing his black hair away from his eyes Fandango admires himself and wonders if he will ever find a Diva that will match up to his good looks and dancing ability. 

Finally he pulls himself away from the mirror and back out into the corridor ready to resume his search for a dance partner but just outside the locker room door someone is waiting for him. He turns his head and sees a beautiful blonde standing in front of him, he takes in her figure which is very tall but petite and toned. She is dressed in workout clothes, a plain black sports bra and black sweat pants with white sneakers hardly a glamorous outfit but Fandango cannot deny she looks good even just dressed for a workout. 

"Hi um are you the guy looking for a dance partner?" she asks looking a little nervous and Fandango can see she is wearing makeup. 

It's just a little eye shadow and pink lip gloss but it stirrers Fandango's interest as she is clearly trying to make an impression. 

"Yes," Fandango answers, "I am looking for a beautiful, graceful WWE Diva to be my new dance partner." He breathes heavily making the blonde's eyes go wide at the sound of his deep voice.

The tally leggy blonde bites her lip looking Fandango up and down and he just lets her getting a rush as yet another woman admire his beauty. 

"Well I'm Summer," The blonde says finally snapping her eyes away from Fandango's tanned chest," Summer Rae and I am a dancer too so I thought maybe we could team up?" 

"Ha," Fandango laughs moving up to his full height balancing on his toes, "You a dancer! No I don't think so, you have good looks yes but you do not have the style or the grace to be a dancer." 

Summer's eyebrows narrow, "Excuse me but I've been dancing since I was 5 years old, I have perfect grace and style watch," Summer says raising herself up on her toes lifting her arms up then stretching one leg out to the side holding her balance perfectly like a ballet dancer. 

Fandango nods his head, "Very impressive Summer but I don't think you're the type of girl I'm looking for." 

"Why not?" Summer asks sounds a little annoyed, "I can dance, I'm glamorous, sexy and very, very flexible I'm the perfect dance partner for you." 

"You could be perfect but you won't be able to pronounce my name correctly," The tanned dark haired man smirks at her; "If you can't say my name you can't be my partner." 

"Fandango? What's difficult about saying Fandango?" Summer says sounding confused. 

"No, no, no it's Fan... Dan... Go..," He says lifting his head up softly pronouncing his name.

"Oh ok," Summer says taking a deep breath, "Fan... Dan... Go..." 

"MMMMMM, oh Summer well done that's perfect," He says making the leggy blonde smile. 

Fandango is clearly impressed his eyes now openly checking Summer Rae out, his eyes trailing across her body, "Well you can say my name perfectly but maybe you are not quite sexy enough to be with the hottest dancer in the WWE." 

Flexing his muscles Fandango pushes his tanned chest out while tightening his abs and arms. He poses and Summer just stands and admires how sexy Fandango is, his ultra-tanned body all shaved and smooth almost looking good enough to lick.

"I am sexy enough Fandango in fact I think I look as hot as you," Summer says openly checking out Fandango's body making the dancer smirks at her. 

"Oh little girl I don't think so, I have grace, pose and the body that any woman would kill to touch," Fandango says dismissively. 

Summer pouts and starts to slowly turn around flexing her skinny body frame making sure Fandango can get a good look at every inch of her. Fandango can't help but stare at the blonde's sexy curves, there might not be much of her but the slow way she moves and the perfect angles she takes up makes her body look irresistible. She does a slow turn making sure the tanned dancer gets a good look at every part of her body, she grins seeing his eyes latch onto her ass so she gives it a little shake to further tease him. 

"Well Summer I won't deny that you have some sex appeal," Fandango murmurs in his low tone of voice, "But still you are not the perfect combination of being great looking and a supreme dancer that I require for my partner." 

Summer grunts getting pissed off that Fandango keeps blowing her off, she knows she is sexy and she knows she is an awesome dancer. Fandango clearly has a very cocky persona but she really wants to be the dance partner of this sexy looking man so thinking quickly Summer puts her hands on his chest pushing Fandango towards the locker room door. 

"Summer what are you doing?" Fandango asks a little worried as Summer pushes him back into the empty locker room. 

Summer Rae slams the door behind her and stares at Fandango grinning, "I am going to be your next dance partner Fandango and I don't care what I have to do to prove it to you," She says forcefully. 

Grabbing hold of her black spandex pants Summer Rae starts pulling them down to Fandango's surprise. His eyes become glued to her lower half watching the skinny blonde strip off right in front of him. Summer grins seeing that Fandango is staring at her so she lowers her pants down to her feet kicking them off exposing her light pink panties and her long tanned legs. Her pink cotton panties stick to her sexy ass and Summer does another slow twirl letting Fandango once again admire her body. Inside his tight spandex pants Fandango can feel his cock start to twitch while looking at half-dressed blonde. Summer kicks off her sneakers so she is bare footed as she pirouettes around the empty locker room putting on a dancing master class for Fandango. 

"See I'm perfect arm candy for you," Summer grins spinning past an open mouthed Fandango, "I'm super-hot and you can clearly see I can handle myself when it comes to dancing."

Fandango just nods his head unable to deny how graceful Summer is watching the blonde dance around the locker room. She has such light and graceful footwork and with his cock now semi hard and pushing into the crotch of his tights Fandango can no longer argue that the blonde isn't sexy. Summer effortlessly spins around then drops to the floor doing the splits easily spreading her long legs out wide and this makes Fandango applaud. She is very flexible being able to lower herself down to the floor in the splits pose which just happens shows off her long tanned legs even more. 

"Very, very impressive Summer," Fandango says nodding with approval walking over to the blonde. 

He grabs her arm and pulls her up from the splits bringing Summer back to her feet then he quickly spins her, twirling the young blonde around before pulling her close. Summer spins into him grinning as he slowly lowers her down showing off his own perfect dance moves. 

"So do I pass your little test Fan... Dan... Go...?" Summer asks in a naughty teasing tone. 

"Yes Summer you do, you are the perfect dance partner and I want you to be with me when I debut on Raw," The well-tanned dancer says in his deep growl. 

Summer Rae squeals with delight jumping up and hugging Fandango pressing her barely clothed body into his. She is rubbing against him and Fandango stiffens trying not to moan feeling the young blonde press up against him. He can cover up his moan but he can't hide his stiff cock which is pushing into the front of his spandex pants and it brushes against Summer's long legs. Grinning Summer Rae pushes her leg back into the healthy sized bulge making it twitch and it does bring a moan from Fandango's lips. 

"Wow you really do think I'm sexy," Summer teases looking into Fandango's eyes biting her lip as the sexual energy in the room starts to pick up.

The dark haired man smirks, "I just love women who throw themselves at my feet," He growls openly checking the barely dressed Diva out.

Summer blushes a little seeing Fandango's eyes going up and down her body checking her out like a wild animal stalking its prey. 

She keeps grinning and says, "Well then why don't we celebrate our new partnership with a nice hot sexy fuck session?" 

Fandango growls nodding his head before his hands move down the tiny blonde's waist tilting her over even more. When Summer is almost completely horizontal in his arms Fandango leans down and captures her sexy pink coated lips in a hot passionate kiss. Summer moans feeling the dark stubble on his face rubbing against her soft skin. The blonde instantly moves her arms up wrapping them around Fandango's neck brushing over his toned shoulder muscles. Fandango keeps his lips firmly pressed on Summer's tasting his new dance partner while the blonde is moving her palms up and down his muscly arms. She squeezes one of his biceps testing out the muscle tone and is rewarded with a cheeky little bite mid kiss by Fandango which really turns Summer on. Fandango runs his free hand down one of Summer's outstretched legs feeling her muscles tensing and the sexy wrestler can't resist dragging his fingernails over her soft skin. Summer purrs when his fingers squeeze along her soft thigh making the blonde push her tongue into Fandango's mouth. Their lips duel passionately together, tongues pressing inside each other's mouth making them both moan softly. 

Fandango finally breaks the kiss pulling the blonde back to her feet before leading her over to the far side of the room. They are moving towards a bench near some lockers and as they walk Fandango kicks off his shiny black boots and removes his jacket. He goes to yank down his pants but Summer stops him moving his hands to the side before making him sit down on the bench. The blonde drops to her knees with her hands on the waistband of Fandango's brightly coloured tights and slowly starts to lower them. Her fingers sink into the skin tight spandex peeling them down Fandango's muscly legs until his hard cock springs free. Summer Rae gasps and then pouts her lips staring at Fandango's big throbbing cock. He has to be at least 8 inches long and a few inches thick, a perfect thick sized dick that has Summer already drooling thinking of pushing it into her mouth. She keeps pulling at his tights dragging them all the way down to his knees so that she can also admire his tanned muscular thighs. Leaning forward Summer can't resist laying a soft kiss onto one of his thigh muscles and Fandango's cock flexes from the contact of Summer's lips on his skin. 

"Your lips feel so good," Fandango moans leaning back pushing his hips forward while Summer finishes removing his pants. 

Summer sits up places both hands on Fandango's chest moaning with delight at feeling up his toned chest. Her fingers trail down his washboard abs gliding along his toned skin before finally her hands move down past his hips towards his hard cock. Summer grabs it firmly giving Fandango's shaft a squeeze that makes his cock twitch against her palm. She jerks his cock a little loving the way his big purple cock head bulges every time she moves her hand. Summer's soft hand is slowly teasing Fandango's hard cock and the dark haired man moans loudly enjoying the feel of Summer Rae stroking his cock. Her hand feels so good that Fandango almost wants to beg her to give him a good hard handjob. The sexy blonde doesn't wank him harder instead keeping hold of the base of Fandango's cock she leans forward giving his throbbing cock head a quick kiss. Fandango loudly groans with pleasure as Summer's soft lips brush against his purple cock head making it jump in her hand. 

"Fuck yes that's it Summer suck it," Fandango moans tilting his head back, his eyes shut with pleasure, "Be a good little blonde and suck it."

Grinning Summer instantly lets go of Fandango's cock and gets to her feet making the young grappler open his eyes in surprise.

"I thought I wasn't hot enough Fandango?" An underwear clad Summer teases biting her finger seductively.

"I mean the great Fandango wouldn't want some ugly non dancer like me sucking and slurping down on his big fat cock," Summer says in a soft seductive voice. 

Fandango's cock throbs harder at Summer's teasing words and the young wrestler can only stare at the blonde in amazement. 

"I mean maybe you want a dancer with nice big boobies," Summer continues to tease grabbing the bottom of her black sports bra. 

Fandango just watches on speechless as the leggy blonde slowly peels her bra up her body. Her tiny boobs may not be massive plastic filled objects but they fit her skinny body type perfectly. Fandango feels himself drooling as he stares at Summer's perfectly round tits. Summer's small perky tits are on full display the blonde grins throwing her stripped off bra across the room. She can see Fandango openly staring with lust at her small tanned boobs and she can also see his thick cock twitching too. Summer moves both hands up her sides before softly cupping her small boobs giving them a firm squeeze. Fandango groans softly licking his lips and staring at Summer's boobs, the blonde is certainly not afraid to show off her sexy body. Watching Summer Rae squeezing her all natural tits Fandango slides his hand down to grab his aching cock. Summer Rae enjoys teasing the ultra-hot Fandango; she bets not many women have taken the time to drive him wild with lust. Summer now moves her hands downwards sliding her fingertips into the waistband of her cotton panties. She hears a visible gasp from Fandango who feels like his cock will explode right here and now if this teasing keeps up. 

Fandango has his hand on his shaft slowly stroking himself making his thick 8 inch cock twitch. He is being treated to a sexy hot strip show by Summer and Fandango doesn't want to do anything else but watch. Pulling on the waistband of her panties Summer drinks in Fandango's horny expression feeling the ego boost of having a hot guy like him openly drooling over her body. She pulls her panties down slightly revealing the small string thong that was hidden underneath. Summer loves wearing thongs but when working out its not practical to have a thong always creeping out of your sweatpants. The blonde certainly didn't think wearing two sets of panties would be a tease but when Fandango growls loudly at seeing her sexy string thong Summer knows it was lucky she didn't change before coming over to meet him. She peels her panties down her long legs admiring Fandango as he pump away at his big cock making Summer's pussy leak. Summer kicks away her panties and is now standing in front of Fandango with just a tiny black string thong covering her now wet pussy. The tiny crotch of her thong panties is soaking with her own wetness and again Summer slowly spins round. She does a slow twirl so Fandango can lust over her well-tanned near naked body. 

Once he sees her round pert ass cheeks fully exposed in her tiny thong Fandango can't take being teased any longer. He reaches out a cupping one of Summer's tanned ass cheeks firmly giving it a playful squeeze. Summer moans as she feels him pull her in closer so she is leaning into his body and this makes his hard cock rub against the back of her thigh. Summer Rae moans loudly feeling so good pushing against Fandango's ultra-sexy body and she starts to wiggle her hips into her new wrestling partner. She feels like some sexy lap dancer, clad in only her thong and sat on his lap. Fandango groans at the contact of Summer's slowly rotating hips feeling that cute ass rubbing against his hips. Both are nearly naked meaning it is just pure skin on skin contact between the two and the lust inside both young superstars is growing. He is thrusting back harder against her until the two of them are in perfect rhythm grinding their hips together. Fandango's cock is now rock hard and digging into Summer's round ass cheek. Summer giggles feeling his large cock poking into her ass and she sensually moves her hips round to help rub her ass against Fandango's large cock. Fandango groans at the way his cock rubs against her soft tanned skin while she slowly sways her hips.

It's an intoxicating, sexually teasing dance as both Summer and Fandango grind and rub up against each other. Finally all this bumping and grinding is too much for a horny Fandango as his prick aches with pleasure. Grabbing Summer Rae by the shoulders he gracefully spins the near naked blonde around making Summer squeak with delight as she is manhandled. The blonde is pushed down to her knees between Fandango's legs so once again her sexy face is level with his throbbing 8 inches. 

"You fucking tease Summer, suck it go on suck my dick," Fandango hisses his cock twitching right in front of Summer Rae's face. 

The blonde quickly opens her mouth sliding her lips down onto Fandango's hard dick. Fandango growls loudly sliding his hands down onto the back of her head as Summer's soft lips tease his shaft. His fingers intertwine with Summer's long blonde hair holding her in place with her lips attaching to his dick. Summer feels Fandango's cock sliding between her lips and she loudly hums sending pleasurable vibrations through Fandango's shaft. His 8 inches slide right down Summer's wet mouth making Fandango moan loudly with pleasure. Summer rolls her tongue around licking hard against the underside of Fandango's large prick and while she does that Summer also moves her hand over Fandango's smooth thighs slowly massaging him while she blows his dick. Her finger tips keep moving up until they graze against Fandango's balls which makes the young wrestler shiver from the contact. Summer Rae cups Fandango's balls giving them a firm squeeze while she works more of his thick dick inside her mouth. Fandango lets out a loud groan of approval as Summer plays with his balls weighting them gently in her soft hand. Pushing his hips further forward Fandango works more than half of his cock inside Summer's wide open mouth. 

He loves the visual of seeing such a hot blonde on her knees openly accepting and sucking on his prick. Summer's cheeks are stretched out but it appears the blonde has no problem taking his big thick cock all the way inside her mouth. Summer's warm mouth is really teasing his cock and Fandango can't help lean back pressing the head of his cock up against the back of her throat. To respond to him leaning back Summer starts to bob her head giving her new dancer partner the blowjob he has been craving. Her mouth is full of Fandango's cock and the blonde fights against her gag reflex so she can keep sliding her lips up and down his shaft. She is using the tongue to bathe Fandango's dick in saliva making it nice and wet so her lips have no friction when they slide across his cock. Fandango has to keep hold of Summer Rae's head using it as support while she noisily sucks on him. He has never felt such a wet messy blowjob, Summer's spit is soaking his cock making Fandango's prick even more sensitive to Summer's free flowing lips. Summer sucks hard looking right up at Fandango getting eye contact with the sexy dancer feeding into his amazing visual of her slurping on his cock.




Can You Dance The Fandango



Fandango moans in pleasure hearing the wet sound of his cock sliding right back against Summer's throat. His whole body is tingling from the pleasure being given to him by the blonde's pretty mouth. Summer braces herself on her knees allowing Fandango to do all the work now letting him powerfully thrust into her mouth. His smooth hips slide forward driving his cock into her open mouth and lust just takes over Fandango's thoughts. The well-tanned wrestler moans loudly as he starts to fuck Summer Rae's sexy mouth and Summer doesn't mind Fandango thrusting into her face, she almost prefers a blowjob where the man does all the work. She can just lean back and enjoy the naughty feeling she gets when a man's cock pushes into her mouth. Summer uses her tongue to lick away at Fandango's thrusting cock determined to get as much pleasure as she can out of this face fucking. Moaning louder than ever Fandango thrusts into Summer's mouth a few more times before realizing he is very close to losing control. The dancer is right on the edge of orgasm and there is nothing he can do to stop himself from blowing his load for his new dance partner. 

"OHHHHHH FUCK SUMMER HERE IT COMES TAKE IT OHHHHHHHHH FUCKING CUMMING," Fandango groans in his deep voice pushing his body forward one last time. 

His cock twitches inside Summer Rae's mouth before Fandango finally unleashes his load firing it deep down her throat. He cums into Summer's mouth and his moans only get louder as the rookie Diva keeps her mouth pressed tight against his cock. Fandango is blowing a huge load down Summer's throat and the sexy blonde tilts her head back swallowing all of Fandango's cum. Summer tries to swallow it all but there is just so much that little drops of cum leak out from the corners of her mouth. Fandango winces shooting the final few drops of spunk into Summer's mouth before he pulls his cock out of her face. Looking down at her he watches her swallow his load with one loud slutty sounding gulp. The blonde grins up at him licking her wet and slightly cum stained lips seeing the reaction on his face having just swallowing Fandango's massive load after taking a hard face fucking. 

"Was that too much for you Fandango?" Summer teases while licking her lips clean. 

Fandango breathes hard but grins at the blonde's eagerness shaking his head. Gracefully the blonde gets back to her feet still smiling before slipping her fingers into the waistband of her thong. She pulls the tiny string panties down her long legs getting fully naked in front of Fandango. Summer kicks them off her and stands in front of Fandango letting him admire her fully nude form. Fandango's eyes roam around Summer's naked body but are drawn straight towards her completely shaved pussy. Summer smiles seeing Fandango's limp cock give a hopefully little twitch showing this celebratory fuck session might not be over yet. Summer can't resist reaching her hand down scratching lightly at the tanned wrestler's perfect abs while his eyes stay locked on her wet pussy lips. 

"MMMMMMMMM horny little girl, are you ready to have your mind blown?" Fandango sexily growls looking up at her. 

Summer bites her finger cutely and nods standing in front of the rookie wondering just what Fandango will do to her. Leaning his face forward Fandango pouts his lips and presses them right against Summer's flat stomach trailing some kisses all the way across her sexy belly. While he kisses her flat belly Fandango moves his hands up cupping Summer's sexy little boobs giving them a firm squeeze that gets a visible gasp of pleasure from the blonde. His nails rub over her nipples and Summer feels her legs getting weak at the way this sexy wrestler is so easily groping her. Fandango's lips are softly kissing around her belly button while his hands cup underneath her firm boobs. He gives the blonde's perky breasts a firm squeeze that has the sexy blonde moaning happily. Summer leans back sticking her chest forward surrendering herself to more pleasure from Fandango's touch. Fandango's soft lips keep kissing around Summer's flat belly, his chin stubble lightly brushing against her tanned skin. Moving his head up Fandango's kisses right down Summer's belly until he has to move his hands off her boobs. 

"More please more keep touching," Summer moans with pleasure feeling deprived with Fandango's hands no longer groping her tits.

Fandango just grins leaning his head up and then presses his lips against her boob. Summer lets out a low moan of surprise as the wrestler's soft lips press up against her flesh and a tingle runs through Summer's body. The blonde is in heaven as Fandango's ultra-soft lips start brushing against her boobs. She is moaning with the sensations as he is peppering her breasts with soft quick kisses moving his head around making sure to kiss every part of her breasts. Fandango hungrily licks at the underside of her tits and while the blonde may not have the biggest boobs the way Fandango licking them it makes Summer feel so good. He is treating her breasts with so much attention, men normally only gave Summer a small amount of foreplay before moving on to fucking the leggy beauty. Fandango is really taking his time kissing and licking her flesh and it makes Summer Rae melt with pleasure. Moving his lips up Fandango takes one of Summer's light pink nipples in his mouth and he gives it a slow teasing suck making Summer shiver with lust as Fandango's lips touch her nipple. The sexy wrestler is now slowly sucking on Summer's nipple, his other hand starts squeezes Summer's right boob. 

He is working all over Summer's small perky chest and all his attention has made Summer's nipples go rock hard while her pussy becomes even wetter. Summer feels like squeezing her thighs together just so her pussy can get a bit of attention. The blonde has never felt such pleasure over just having her breasts played with. Fandango's tongue is making her whole body shake with lust, his tongue works its way all over her nipples leaving Summer purring with pleasure. Fandango moves his head and attacks Summer's other nipple taking the pink nub in his mouth and then starts to suck away. Summer's hands go into Fandango's hair pulling at his slicked back dark hair pushing his face deeper into her small boob wanting to keep his talented mouth on her aching nipple. His tongue dabs away at her flesh and Summer's skin tingles at the contact and her hips start rocking. Her body desperately needs more pressure to cure the sexual itch building up inside and just having her nipples played with isn't enough. 

"No more please baby no more teasing just fuck me I need it so bad," Summer purrs loudly grabbing the sides of Fandango's face lifting it up so they have eye contact. 

"Are you not enjoying this Summer?" Fandango asks teasing the leggy Diva even more. 

"Oh god baby I love it but I'm so wet I need you to fuck me I need your cock in me right now," Summer whines sounding so needy. 

She is soaking wet thanks to Fandango's teasing tongue play and all he wants is his impressively thick dick stuffed inside her. Moving his head down Fandango stares at Summer's naked pussy and observes just how shiny and wet it is. Grinning he looks up at Summer who has a very pleading expression masked across her pretty face. 

"Please fuck me Fandango fuck me now," Summer begs, her whole body is on fire aching to be fucked by this sexy dancer and his big cock. 

"Not quite yet Summer, I Fandango have one more skill you have to experience," Fandango says softly his deep voice almost growling at the worked up blonde. 

Summer mews in frustration at not getting the fucking that she so desperately needs. The blonde has never felt so horny in her whole life; she certainly has never openly begged a guy to fuck her. 

"Trust me Summer this skill is why all women love Fan...Dan...Go," He says standing back up wrapping his arms around Summer. 

Moaning softly, the blonde just melts into Fandango's strong arms as he lifts her up into the air. He carries Summer over to one of the long benches in the locker room then lays her skinny frame across it. Summer lies on her back wondering just what Fandango will do to her next. Taking his time Fandango moves to the end of the bench grabbing Summer Rae's ankles then gracefully pulls her legs apart. Summer can't help but squeal with delight watching the sexy Fandango kneel between her open legs lowering his gorgeous face towards her pussy. The blonde can feel her pussy getter wetter as Fandango lowers his face towards her core. She can feel his breath on her skin and Summer has to close her eyes and fight down the feeling of just going wild wrapping her legs round his head and forcing him to eat her out. Summer is just a mess of horny energy and has to move her hands up and run them through her long blonde locks as a way of distracting herself. Fandango's nose brushes softly against one of Summer's soaking wet pussy lips and the former NXT rookie admires just how light in colour Summer's pussy lips are compared to the rest of her body.

"Summer I'm going to make you scream my name," Fandango whispers before he wraps his lips around Summer's soaking wet love hole. 

One of the loudest screams of her life explodes out of Summer Rae the second Fandango's lips touch her wet pussy. Her whole head feels like it will split in two and her hips instantly jump up and press into Fandango's soft lips. Ignoring his normal soft lapping style Fandango slides his talented tongue between Summer's wet lips and starts attacking the inside of her pussy. Summer lets out another loud scream of pleasure as Fandango's tongue curls inside her making her whole body sparkle with lust. Louder grow the moans from Summer Rae as she writhes around on the bench unable to deal with the feelings of pleasure building inside her. Summer is so glad she didn't turn Fandango away and already she knows they will be great wrestling partners as long as he uses his tongue on her every night. Tasting her wet insides just pushes Fandango on to pull his tongue in and out of Summer's hot pussy carefully tongue fucking the smoking hot Diva. Biting her lip Summer knows it won't be long before her body betrays her and she lets go of all her inhibitions. Her long legs wrap around Fandango's neck pressing his face deeper into her soaking wet pussy so it keeps his tongue plastered inside her. 

Summer's pussy is soaking wet and she still can't believe Fandango got her this close to cumming just by touching her. Her pussy is leaking juices out all over her thighs while Fandango's tongue is lapping it up straight from the source. Using his tongue like a weapon Fandango is hitting all of Summer's most sensitive spots leaving the blonde a screaming mess. Summer Rae howls pushing her hips up desperate to drag Fandango's tongue deeper into her soaking wet cunt, she so badly wants to cum all over his talented mouth. Fandango is easily the best pussy licker Summer has ever had, in fact the way his tongue worshipped her breasts Summer is prepared to say he is the best tongue she has ever felt. She is a sweaty moaning mess of pleasurable emotions and Summer's voice is starting to hurt at her constant screams of ecstasy. Fandango's tongue keeps working over her hot pussy dipping between her pretty pink pussy lips attacking her very core. The groans finally reach a fever pitch and Summer can stand it no longer, leaning her head back Summer lets out a loud ear splitting scream that can surely be heard by every other man and women left in the building.

Fandango just keeps lapping away at Summer's pussy and the blonde feels like she might explode with all the pleasure coursing through her. She is moaning and wriggling around on the locker room bench thinking that Fandango clearly isn't just a talented dancer he also has an extremely talented tongue. Summer just can't believe how hot Fandango is making her with his tongue is pressing so deep inside her sex. She knows she is going to burst and nothing will stop that she just wants this amazingly pleasurable sensation to last as long as possible. 

"Oh God yes deeper baby oh yes fuck me lick me UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH baby so good," Summer moans in ecstasy.

Fandango just smiles to himself pressing his face deeper between Summer's long legs. He laps at Summer's sweet smelling pussy licking up all of her overflowing juices while Summer Rae just thrashes around with pleasure. Summer is getting closer to her orgasm, she is right on the edge and just a few more licks from Fandango will take her to her much needed orgasm. Her long legs are tightly wound around Fandango's neck keeping the wrestler's face in her wet sex keeping his tongue buried deep in her wet sex.

"PLEASE KEEP LICKING, MAKE ME FUCKING CUM OH GOD PLEASE I WANNA CUM SO BAD," Summer screams not caring who hears her powerful cries.

Fandango grins knowing he has the sexy blonde right on the edge and he is going to finish her off spectacularly. He stabs his tongue deep inside her pussy making Summer's hips rise up off the bench. Working his tongue inside Summer's pussy Fandango licks her inner pussy walls making Summer whimper loudly, her body submitting to his amazing oral skills. Fandango moves his tongue up and brushes it over the hard nub of Summer's clit and that is the final straw for the leggy blonde. She screams out nearly deafening Fandango as her hips bounce up and down overwhelmed by the pleasure she is feeling.

"OHHHH CUMMING, CUMMING OHHHHHHH SHIT CUMMING," Summer screams loudly her body rocking around out of control.

Her orgasm powerfully overtakes her body; she has her hands in her long blonde hair pulling wildly at her locks. The pleasure she is feeling leaves her whole body shaking with lust while Fandango keeps his face pressed into Summer's sex. He tastes her sweet juices letting them flow down his stubble covered chin as Summer Rae orgasms against his thrusting tongue. She tastes so sweet that Fandango has to resist wiggling his tongue around inside her to get even more of her pussy juices in his mouth. Summer Rae finally stops screaming, she is breathing heavily and between her legs she feels very sore and sticky. No man has ever given her an orgasm like that; Fandango's tongue was like some top of the range sex toy. Panting Summer wonders how there isn't a line of beautiful women around Fandango at all times wanting to be pleasured by his amazingly talented tongue. Fandango finally leans his neck up and Summer's weak legs just fall away naturally allowing the dancer to sit up. He admires Summer's sweaty panting body before standing up towering over her. Fandango starts to stroke his throbbing hard cock while he looks down at a tired and sexual satisfied Summer Rae.

"Oh God, oh God oh that was fucking amazing," Summer moans softly barely able to open her eyes still recovering from the aftershock of her huge orgasm.

"Fandango always gives his partner the greatest pleasure possible," The dancer just says cockily smirking at the sexy blonde.

"Well I will happily be your partner forever if you are willing to do that to me every night," Summer says finally able to perch herself up on her elbows to look at him.

"Good to know Summer but we are not finished here yet," Fandango says looking down at his flexing throbbing cock.

Summer eagerly nods her head and moves her tired sweaty body up off the bench with her eyes fixed on his big hard dick. Summer reaches forward grabbing it with her hand squeezing his stiff dick making Fandango groan loudly as she teases his shaft again. Fandango leans back putting his hands on his hips letting Summer Rae play with his hard cock. Summer is really jerking his thick cock with quick firm thrusts of her hand no longer looking to tease the dancer. Summer is giving Fandango a good wank really pumping away at his dick wanting to make him scream out like she did. Her hand still feels amazing wrapped around his cock but Fandango wants more from the blonde.

"Stop teasing Summer I know you can do more," Fandango says with a grin, "You owe me something so much hotter than just a plain handjob." 

Summer nods at him letting go of his dick before moving back down the bench spreading out her long legs. She is a little sore from her first epic orgasm but nothing will stop her from having Fandango's cock inside her. Leaning back Summer feels so sexy under his intense gaze but her eyes are locked onto his big cock wondering if it half as good at fucking her as Fandango's tongue was. Fandango slides in close to Summer placing one hand on her thigh muscle squeezing it softly as he moves between her spread open legs. He lines up his hard dick right next to her soaking wet sex but before he thrusts into her he can't resist looking up. Catching Summer's gaze Fandango smirks at the leggy blonde before theatrically blowing her a kiss. Summer giggles and then moans as the well-tanned wrestler moves forward making his cock head slap against Summer's wet pussy sending a twinge of pleasure through her body. Fandango rubs his throbbing cock head over her sex and Summer shivers with lust letting out some soft weak groans. The blonde badly wants him inside but Fandango is making her wait, like everything he does the dancer is slow and deliberate with every single move. 

Summer Rae is left breathless, biting her lip not wanting to beg Fandango at least not yet as Fandango's soft hands start to move. He rubs his hands up and down Summer's long legs feeling all the curves and muscles tense up under his fingertips. Summer purrs while Fandango softly strokes her legs squeezing her thighs making Summer's whole body come alive. After her orgasm she felt so content and happy but now Fandango is getting her motor running again. Fandango's throbbing cock pokes along Summer Rae's damp pussy lips again and Summer just can't stop the moan escaping from her lips. He is making her feel so good and Summer can feel her legs spreading even wider for him, her pussy getting wetter wanting Fandango to fuck her.

"Do you want me Summer?" Fandango questions in his soft growling tone.

"Yes, oh god yes please fuck me," Summer whines lifting her hips up towards his thick 8 inch cock.

"Say my name," He demands rocking his hips forward slightly allowing his cock to poke right against Summer's soaked pussy lips.

Lifting her head up off the bench Summer stares right at Fandango, a blazing look set on her face.

"Fan...Dan...Go please fuck me," Summer growls in a sultry tone.

The smirk is back on his face hearing the gorgeous Summer perfectly repeat his name. Fandango pushes forward sinking his cock between Summer's wet lips as Summer howls with lust. She is so wet and Fandango's cock easily slides inside her making the tanned blonde feel incredible. His cock feels even bigger inside her pussy and instantly she moves her long legs wrapping them around Fandango's toned body pulling him closer. Fandango responds by sinking his cock deeper inside Summer's warm wet pussy making her let out another loud moan of pleasure. Fandango's cock feels perfect inside her and Summer thinks all of Fandango's foreplay really has her fired up to be fucked hard. Sinking in even more Fandango only has the base of his cock left to thrust inside the leggy blonde. Summer Rae is whimpering, feeling so full of cock that she doesn't want this intense feeling of pleasure to stop. Grinning to himself Fandango leans forward finally stuffing every last inch of his cock inside Summer Rae.

"OH FUCK," Summer moans joyfully with Fandango's 8 inches firmly buried in her cunt.

Reaching forward Fandango's hands cup Summer's perky tits again giving them a squeeze. Sexual pleasure flows through every inch of Summer's body and the tanned blonde loves it. She lifts her body up off the bench submitting to Fandango's touch before he starts to pull back. His throbbing cock slowly peels out from between Summer's wet pussy lips, now stained with her sweet smelling scent. Fandango pushes forward slamming his wet dick right back inside Summer's skinny body. Summer screams and tilts her head back her body overwhelmed with lust, she rocks her hips around not even bothering to try and contain her loud lust filled moans. Fandango starts to time his thrusts inside the horny blonde, pulling out then sinking back into Summer's wet cunt. Summer lets the sexy young wrestler thrust into her, all 8 inches of his hard cock fill up her pussy. She moans and whines letting all the pleasure build up inside her and already she can feel another orgasm building. Summer is surprised to find that she is this horny so soon after having a toe curling orgasm but is delighted Fandango can give her multiple shots of pleasure. 




Can You Dance The Fandango



Fandango clearly is extremely talented at pleasuring the opposite sex and Summer instantly feels she will have to be at her best every night to keep up with this love machine. Fandango suddenly lets out a long loud moan with his cock fully imbedded inside Summer's body. Her pussy is so tight and Fandango loves feeling Summer's juices leaking over his throbbing cock. He would happily fuck this pussy every night and from the sound of Summer's moans it's clear she would like that as well. Thrusting in and out Fandango picks up the pace filling the sexy blonde up with each hard pump of his hips. Summer keeps her legs tightly wrapped around Fandango's tanned body holding him close while he fucks her. Summer's moans are getting louder and Fandango can no longer hold back his own deep throaty gasps. Both NXT superstars are sweating and moaning, their bodies moving together in sync as they fuck on top of a locker room bench.

"Yes Fandango yes more fuck me more fill me up UHHHHHHHHH fuck you are so big," Summer Rae moans running her hands back through her hair.

Smirking Fandango thrusts forward slamming his cock deep into Summer wanting to draw more moans from the sexy blonde. His thick 8 inches press against her wet pussy walls and Fandango flexes his body into her. Summer keeps groaning moving her hips up trying to match Fandango's thrusts, his moans are just as much of a turn on for the blonde as his big thick cock. Summer Rae lets out another loud moan of pleasure as Fandango like the trained dancer he is starts to work up a good rhythm. His hips move perfectly driving his cock into Summer again and again and again pounding into the blonde's toned body. He is really giving the blonde the kind of hard fucking she adores and it makes her purr with delight. Fandango just owns her pussy using his big cock to perfection, his 8 inches drilling deep into the blonde leaving Summer moaning like a porn star. Summer just wants more, she doesn't want Fandango to ever stop fucking her. It just feels so good, Summer Rae keeps moaning with pleasure as Fandango pounds his cock inside her body. Both tanned superstars are sweating now and Fandango grunts deeply each time he presses into Summer's wet pussy.

Neither knows how long they have been locked together fucking on top of a locker room bench but neither want to slow down. Fandango lets out another deep noise almost a growl of lust as he digs his fingernails into Summer Rae's skin. The smooth dancer is becoming more animal the more he thrusts inside the moaning blonde. His cock pounds into Summer leaving the blonde moaning with every inch of Fandango's cock buried inside her pussy. Fandango keeps slamming his dick inside Summer putting all his energy into fucking her. The bench Summer is lying on starts to shake with the force of the two strong bodies fucking on top of it. Summer can't stop moaning with Fandango continuing to press himself deep inside her, she has already cum but Fandango's thick cock batters against her most sensitive spots. He is really pumped into her with great force and Summer is left impressive by the tanned wrestler's stamina. Fandango isn't slowing down driving his hips into Summer Rae making both of them cry out joyfully.

"OHHHHH MORE, MORE FANDANGO PLEASE FUCKING MORE FUCK ME," Summer screams lifting her hips up to meet his thrusts.

Fandango keeps pumping and finally he can feel his cock start to twitch. His dick has been hard for so long and Summer is so sexy Fandango is surprised himself at how long he's lasted. Her tight wet pussy feels perfect around his cock and her constant sexy moans have kept Fandango fired up. The long leggy beauty is just perfect for all of Fandango's needs, she is almost as graceful as he is and she clearly loves to be fucked. Summer whines loudly once again unable to stop herself from showing her delight at this nasty raw locker room sex session. Summer thinks she is becoming addicted to Fandango's hard dick, her body is rocking around from Fandango's forceful thrusts really making Summer cry out. Grunting Fandango slides himself forward so every inch of his thick cock is deep inside her then he wraps his arms right around Summer Rae's back. With his arms wrapped around her Fandango now starts to lift Summer Rae up in the air. Summer gasps opening her eyes to stare right at Fandango's cocky grin as he lifts her up in the air.

"Fuck and you're strong too how can any woman ever turn you down?" Summer purrs wrapping her arms around Fandango's neck.

The tanned wrestler just smiles at the blonde now standing tall his cock still deep inside Summer. Her arms and legs are tightly wrapped around his body making extra sure she doesn't drop from Fandango's grip. Moving round Fandango turns a full 180 with him and Summer still locked together crotch to crotch. He now drops down sitting on the locker room bench holding Summer on top of him.

"Show me what you can do Summer Rae," Fandango moans softly lying back enjoying the feeling of having Summer Rae sitting on top of his cock.

The blonde has a big grin on her face as now she is on top of Fandango pressing down on him. His cock twitches inside her body and Summer readjust herself so she can happily sit on Fandango's dick. Her knees go either side of Fandango's body and Summer then puts her hands on Fandango's toned stomach. She strokes his 6 pack with her fingers while her body slowly rocks around getting used to the new sensation and position. Lying on his back Fandango groans with pleasure as Summer Rae starts to move around on top of him, almost like she is dancing on top of him grinding her toned body against his. Her soaking wet pussy is now pushing against Fandango's cock hitting all of the pleasure spots in his shaft. He groans loudly putting his hands back behind his head enjoying the smoking hot blonde riding his cock. Summer's lower body flexes trying to stimulate Fandango and the groans coming from the young wrestler shows that he loves her efforts.

"Ride me Summer come on sexy girl I know you can do more," Fandango growls encouraging her.

Smirking Summer Rae pressing her palms down onto his stomach and starts to properly ride him. She pushes her body up then down sliding Fandango's thick 8 inches into her wet pussy. Both WWE superstars moan with pleasure as Summer starts to bounce herself on Fandango's dick. Fandango groans loudly shooting his hands forward to grab the sexy blonde by her hips. He holds her steady while Summer Rae starts to work at a quicker pace bouncing off the dancer's erect dick. On top of him Summer Rae grinds her body down hard against him using her long legs to really push herself up and down. Fandango just lies back and admires the sight of the beautiful tanned blonde riding his dick while Summer enjoys Fandango's big cock filling up her wet pussy. Her howls and moans fill the locker room as she bounces off Fandango's body riding his throbbing cock.

"That's it Summer fuck me, use that amazing body and fuck me hard," Fandango moans in his deep tone.

Hearing his cries Summer grinds down on Fandango's hips teasing more pleasure out of his throbbing cock. Fandango groans again shutting his eyes leaning his head back letting Summer work him over. She is rocking around on top of the tanned wrestler grinding her body up and down pleasuring the both of them. Summer is using every trick she knows to stimulate his 8 inch cock and bring Fandango the kind of pleasure he brought her. He ate her out and then gave her such an intense fucking that Summer is desperate to redress the balance.

"UHHHHH MORE, MORE GIVE ME MORE PLEASE, PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER FANDANGO," Summer cries loudly.

Her screams fill the room and her bounces become more forceful, her tanned body slamming down sending Fandango's cock deep inside her. She just loves riding the dancer's massive dick feeling it throbbing against her inner pussy walls. Fandango moans again with his cock twitching inside the blonde's sex before Summer Rae grabs Fandango's hands from around her hips lifting them up. She places them on her small chest and it's now Fandango letting out the loud passion filed moan as he squeezes Summer Rae's boobs.

"GOD YES FUCK SUMMER HARDER MORE OHHHHHHHH YES," Fandango yells his deep voice getting higher.

He bucks his hips harder doing all the work now bouncing Summer Rae on his cock. The sexy blonde smiles as she feels Fandango's hips thrusting around making her tanned body rock and bounce. She can also feel Fandango's soft hands being rough with her perky breasts. He is squeezing them hard and it only increases the pleasure that the NXT Diva is feeling. Summer loves a guy who treats her breasts with force, she doesn't have the biggest boobs so it's rare that guys spend any time on her chest. Fandango however seems to really love her small boobs as his fingers dig tightly into her tanned skin. He is really holding onto her tits hard squeezing them while his hips buck making Summer Rae bounce off his cock.

"UHHHHH YOU FUCKING LIKE THAT DON'T YOU BABY," Summer screams down at Fandango riding his toned sweating body.

The bench Fandango is lying on is rocking around violently from the movement of him and Summer Rae. They are both so sweaty and horny but keep pushing on wanting mutual satisfaction to celebrate their new partnership. Fandango thrusts throbbing cock inside her and the blonde adores the stimulation pushing her body down against Fandango wanting to feel every inch of his large cock inside her. Every bit of energy and strength left in his body is now going into fucking Summer Rae. The skinny blonde wildly bounces around on top of Fandango's body and he is making her rock up and down, left and right all with his big cock stuffed deep inside her. Fandango is thrusting his hips right up showing off his great flexibility with his back arched however the angle is now too difficult for Summer Rae to stay on top of him. She falls sideways going right off the bench and she lands on the cold concrete floor. Fandango's cock has slipped right out of her and now Summer feels empty. Her wet pussy juices dribble down her long legs and Summer moans wanting Fandango back inside her.

"NOOOOOO KEEP FUCKING ME," Summer whimpers looking up from the floor upset at falling off Fandango's cock.

Fandango sits up and looks down at the naked and horny blonde sprawled across the floor. Not saying a word Fandango effortlessly rolls sideways off the bench joining Summer on the locker room floor. The blonde spreads her long legs and in an instant Fandango is between them lining his cock up with her beautiful wet pussy. The head of his throbbing cock pokes into Summer's pussy lips and both future WWE superstars moan with pleasure. Fandango easily slides all 8 inches into Summer with little effort and the blonde lets out a purr. She loves the sensation of Fandango's big cock inside her, it's a feeling that wants to keep experiencing as Fandango's new partner. Fandango lies down on top of Summer pressing his sweaty tanned body into hers so Summer once more wrap her long legs around Fandango's back. Lying on the floor with the rookie wrestler's cock stuffed inside her pussy makes Summer Rae feel very naughty.

"Please fuck me, please, please make me cum again," Summer Rae whines impatiently.

"Say my name Summer, say it and I will fuck you hard but I need to hear you scream my name," He whispers into the blonde's ear.

"OH FUCK ME, FUCK ME FAN... DAN... GO PLEASE BABY PLEASE FANDANGO FUCK ME," Summer screams at the top of her lungs.

Fandango lifts his hips up then slams into Summer Rae making the blonde let out an unintelligible cry of passion. Her whole body is shaking and soon Fandango's body is shaking with pleasure too fucking his new dance partner. Fandango is making the Diva squeal with delight as his thick dick drives in and out of her wet pussy. Summer thrashes around on the floor groaning with delight with Fandango's huge cock pleasuring her dripping wet pussy. She is so horny and it is all thanks to the amazing Fandango, he doesn't just look like a sex God but he delivers too. His cock powers into Summer lighting up her whole body with pleasure and every nerve ending inside the blonde's body is on fire. Summer is rocking around in perfect rhythm with Fandango's thrusts and with his hands firmly placed on the locker room floor nothing is stopping Fandango from taking Summer Rae hard and fast. He loves the way the blonde's tight tanned body pushes against his while he fucks her hard. Fandango can't wait to have this Diva as his full time partner, if she dances as well as she fucks Fandango might consider them the perfect combination.

"YESSSS, YES, YES PLEASE I'M SO CLOSE FANDANGO MORE FUCK MEEEEEE," Summer screams again, her yells echoing through the empty locker room.

Fandango wants to respond but he feels his balls tighten and it takes all his effort to hold back on his own orgasm. His toned well trained body tenses up as he battles with his own emotions trying to hold his cum back. It is a tricky task to try and hold off cumming while he is balls deep inside the beautiful blonde Diva. Her grunts and hip thrusts are making this on the floor fuck session even hotter than when they were lying on the bench. Summer wails as her second orgasm starts to build leaving her sweaty body shaking with all that built up lust. She feels so sexy lying on the locker room floor with Fandango's beautiful body stretched out on top of her. His hips keep up the pace pushing into Summer while both superstars loudly approach their orgasms.

"UHHHHHHH SUMMER TAKE IT MMMMMMM SUMMER MY SEXY, SEXY SUMMER," Fandango growls loudly leaning down pressing his lips into Summer's.

The blonde is caught by surprise by the sudden kiss from Fandango but she happily accepts his lips. She kisses him back and the two tanned wrestlers are locked in an embrace while Fandango keeps pumping his hips. He slides his dick deep into Summer and finally stops fighting his own pleasurable feelings and Fandango's cock really starts to throb getting ready to cum inside his new dance partner. Summer seems ready too as her moaning reaches a peak and her body presses into his, both of them are groaning loudly then Fandango kisses Summer Rae again. His lips mash into hers and his wet and sticky forehead presses against the blonde's as they approach their orgasms together. He moans into the kiss and Summer moans back flicking her tongue out into his open mouth keeping her arms locked around Fandango's neck keeping him in place with his cock still buried deep inside her. Summer breaks the kiss gasping for air and moaning with lust staring at the sexy dark haired wrestler.

"Please make me cum Fandango please I need it so bad I'll do anything just please cum with me," Summer purrs softly approaching the edge of her own much needed orgasm.

Her big eyes are stretched out wide pleading with him and the sight brings a smirk to Fandango's sweaty face.

"Yes you will cum for me and then Fandango will cum inside you," The tanned wrestler grunts at the sexy blonde Diva. 

His hips drive in hard leaving Summer Rae loudly howling with pleasure. Fandango's big dick keeps slamming into the blonde's wet cunt and both superstars are reaching the end, grunting and groaning with every last drop of energy left inside them. Their sweaty bodies writhing around the cold floor of the locker room pressed together in a tight embrace. Fandango groans again, so close to the edge of his own badly needed orgasm and Summer is as close to her orgasm as he is so Summer decides to close her eyes and let the feelings of pleasure take her.

"OHHH FUCK FANDANGO SO CLOSE PLEASE BABY SO CLOSE FUCK ME MAKE ME FUCKING CUM BABY," Summer Rae screams with everything she's got.

"YES CUM FOR ME SUMMER, CUM FOR FAN... DAN... GO," The tanned wrestler groans pushing balls deep into the blonde one last time.

All 8 inches of his cock press inside Summer Rae's wet pussy filling her up and the blonde lets out a strangled cry of passion lifting her hips up humping herself against Fandango's cock. The only sound drowning out her screams are the low groans coming from Fandango's lips. 

"OHHHHHH YES," Summer yells opening her eyes to see the look of pleasure of Fandango's face.

The tanned dancer buries his head into Summer Rae's shoulder while his hips keep on pumping. He moans into Summer's flesh, his lips on her shoulder breathing heavily, pushing the full length of his cock deep inside her. Fandango's hips pump up and down slamming deep into Summer while the blonde groans blissfully before she falls over the edge as Fandango fills her up with his huge cock.

"CUMMING, CUMMING OH GOD I'M CUMMING OH FUCK CUMMING," Summer yells with delight finally giving in to her body's pleasure.

Her tanned body shakes with her orgasm overwhelms her skinny frame and Fandango just kisses her shoulder letting Summer thrust up into him riding out her orgasm. The sexy NXT Diva is cumming hard, her body vibrates and pushes against his acting as the final bit of stimulation Fandango's body needs. The dark haired wrestler feels his cock twitch wildly and then suddenly he loses control and starts to cum. He unleash a torrent of cum deep inside Summer Rae's body and the blonde gasps feeling Fandango shooting inside her. Fandango presses his spasming dick deep inside her until they are both moaning with pleasure each of them reaching points of utter ecstasy. Wave after wave of cum blasts into Summer's pussy as the blonde's own orgasm delights her making her scream and thrash around under him. They have been holding back for so long and now finally they are cumming together. Fandango's big cock stays locked deep inside Summer as the last few drops of cum drip out into Summer's own leaking wet pussy.

"Oh God, oh God, so good," Summer Rae gasps finally coming down from her incredible orgasmic high.

"MMMMMM you are perfect for Fan...Dan...Go," He moans lifting his head up to whisper into Summer's ear.

Both wrestlers are beyond tired breathing heavily and still lying on the locker room floor. The massive orgasms they have had left Summer Rae and Fandango physically wiped out.

"Oh so good," Summer moans again, her body is tired but she is completely satisfied.

"Yes I am," Fandango purrs softly staring at the blonde.

"Fuck yes you are," Summer answers back grinning at Fandango's sexy face, "So do I pass your strict tests, am I glamourous and sexy enough to team with?"

"Yes Summer you are, you are the perfect dance partner for Fandango," He says in his deep growling tone.

"Good," Summer says sounding pleased, "I will be the best dance partner you could ever want but I will require one little thing."

Fandango stares at the naked blonde with some amusement wondering what she could possibly want from him.

"You have to promise me that I can get your big sexy dick inside me whenever I want," Summer says beaming showing off her model quality smile.

Fandango chuckles and nods his head, "Yes Summer of course you can have me whenever you desire."

The naked sweaty NXT wrestlers smile at each other and Fandango finally has enough strength left in his body to move. He gets up and sits down on the bench, his eyes still admiring Summer's sweat soaked naked body. Fandango grins not just after having an amazing fuck session but he has finally found a beautiful talented girl to be his dance partner. Summer holds her hand up and Fandango takes it pulling the flexible blonde up towards him. She sits next to him placing her head on his shoulders and one of her hands idly rubs down his back. Fandango knows he will enjoy not just dancing with her but getting a good hard fuck session from the sexy blonde too.

"Say it one more time Summer I love hearing you say my name properly," He says to his leggy blonde partner.

"Yes of course Fan...Dan...Go," Summer says using her sexiest tone.




Can You Dance The Fandango



The young rookie smiles and wraps his arms around Summer softly kissing the top of her head knowing his WWE career is now on the right track. 

END



Can You Do It, Babe?



We've been together for a month now. He texts me and asks to come over. I only have an hour and all I'm expecting is a little bit of cuddling and watching tv. I tell him I'm on my way. 

He opens the door and gives me a hug. His house is empty. As I run upstairs to his room, I receive a firm slap on my ass that catches off me guard. I look straight at him and I know exactly what he wants. I wanted to wait before we did anything like that. I never pleasured a guy before nor did I think I would be good at it. He grabs my hips and brings them closer to his crotch. His man handling turns me on. 

"Haha stop," I say playfully, as I feel my face turn red. 

"I haven't seen you in so long, babe," He says, as he leads me to his bedroom. 

It's only been a few day since the last time I've seen him. I could tell he enjoys my company, or maybe even more than that. 

I take off my shoes and lay on his mattress next to him. Like I said, I am only expecting a little bit of cuddling and watching tv. For the first few minutes this happens. He presses his body closer to me, and started kissing my neck and cheek. 

He turns me on my back and starts feeling up my boobs and waist. I allow this for it was something we've done before and I loved it. He pulls up my shirt and bra and starts to suck my tits. This drives me crazy. I feel my pussy moisten as his tongue made swirls around my small pink nipples. I moan a bit, at this time he takes my hand and places it on his erected cock. I pull my hand away because I enjoyed the sucking and kissing so much, but he put it back in its place and I start to rub it. I feel how hard and swollen his cock is through his pants. I know I'm not leaving without giving him something. 

When he was done sucking my tits, I sat up and I look at him. 

"Babe, can you suck my dick?" He asks quickly, with a bit of an urgent tone. 

"I don't know," I reply, very nervously and un sure. I've never given oral before. I knew he was gonna ask but I never thought he would be my first. 

"Please c'mon babe," he begs, with an obviously bulge through this pants. I could see he was extremely horny. 

I gave in. I knew I had to satisfy him. He undid his belt and pulled his jeans to his knees. I did the rest and pulled down his boxers. His hard, blood filled cock pops out and my heart is racing. I am scared and turned on at the same time, but what was I scared about? 

I put it inside my mouth half way down the shaft. I guess that's a good place to start. My head slowly bobbed up and down and his cock entered deeper in my mouth. I try to reach the base but my gag reflex wouldn't let me. This was harder than I thought. (Pun intended) I start to cough and I retreated back to the head of his dick. He starts to moan and grunt. 

"C'mon babe. You can do it," he cooed. He places his hand on the back of my head and pushes my head in to the base of his cock. I want to gag but I know I can't take a break. He continuously push his cock in and out of my mouth and throat. I could feel it getting faster and faster and I could feel my mouth continuously getting stuffed. 

My throat was very irritated and he did not stop fucking my face. I feel hot tears drip down my cheeks. He starts to moan loudly. As uncomfortable as I was, knowing he was getting satisfied encourages me. He let go of my head and I start bobbing up and down, base to tip, at the fast pace his wanted. I was finally getting the hang of it. 

His moans grew louder and it is obvious that he is about to cum. His dick was completely inside my mouth. I felt his shaft pump a hot load of cum in the back of my throat. I never thought tasting a mixture of my saliva and his cum would be so rewarding.  

I looked up at him. He was out of breath and was looking up at the ceiling. He looked down at my split covered face.

"Shit babe, that was fucking great," he says sounding satisfied. "That was probably the best blow job I've ever gotten, Hun."

My heart was racing. I felt dirty on the inside, and look like a complete mess on the outside, but I liked it. I like the pain and discomfort and knowing it's only to please him. I still could taste the hot, salty cum coating the back of my throat. I lay on his mattress next to him and turned to him. 

"I'm glad you liked it, babe."



Can You Escape?



Jim and Stacy have been dating for a few months. They grew up in the same neighborhood, though going to different schools throughout grade school and high school. Jim met Stacy at his best friend's summer party. Jim and Stacy instantly clicked. They spent the first few months hanging out at Jim's friend, Dale's house. A few months into the relationship, the romance thickened. Jim and Stacy finally made the plunge and had sex on Dale's living room couch one drunk Friday night, but that isn't the store I want to tell you about.

Jim worked second shift at a local factory while Stacy was attending college. Both still lived at their parent's house as teenagers. One winter day it was cold and foggy outside. An inch of snow lay on the ground. Stacy woke up and listened to her alarm radio as she lay in bed. The local weather report stated classes for the morning had been canceled due to thick fog. Stacy quickly through on a pair of pajama pants, a t-shirt and snow boots. She grabbed her winter coat and zipped it up as she walked out the door. The wind was blowing tiny snow flakes around. The cold hit her immediately. She threw the coat hood on her head and jogged down the alley to Jim's mom's house. 

Stacy rang the door bell and waited for Jim to answer. Jim was still sleeping in bed. He wiped the sleep from his eyes when he heard the door bell and sprang out of bed. He looked at the alarm clock which read 8:30. He opened the first door which lead to the basement. He unlocked the outside door and opened it to see who was there. He saw it was Stacy and quickly let her in from the cold. Stacy took her coat off and put it on the back of a chair. 

Jim was cold and crawled back under the blankets of his bed. Stacy joined him. Jim was still tired, but Stacy was wide awake and wired full of energy. Jim gave her a quick kiss before cuddling up with her. He spooned Stacy, resting his hand on her stomach. His groin stirred when he realized Stacy was not wearing a bra. Being a normal horny teenage male, he could not resist grabbing her breasts and fondling them. Stacy kept swatting his hand away.

Having enough of Jim's persistent fondling, Stacy crawled out of bed. Jim, now awake, followed her out of bed. Jim's mom was at work and the two were all alone. Stacy was bubbly and looking for something fun to do. 

"Let's play a game." she said.

"What kind of game you want to play?" Jim asks.

"Let's play a game where you tie me up and then hide. I have to untie my hands and then go find you."

Jim's mind went into overdrive. He searched around for something to use to tie her up. All he could find were some shoe strings from an old pair of shoes. Stacy told him he had to make sure she could untie herself and look for him so Jim tied her hands loosely. They took turns tying each other to a metal folding chair and then hiding. The person tied up would take about 30 seconds to free themselves then go searching though the house for the other.

Jim became bored with the basic premise of the game after two rounds. The third round, he decided to make the game a little more fun for him. While tying Stacy's hands, he made the binds a little tighter so it would take Stacy a little longer to release herself. After he finished tying her hands and feet to the chair, he sat on Stacy's lap and gave her a long, deep kiss. 

"You tied these binds tighter." She said as she pulled away from the kiss. "You are also supposed to be hiding."

Jim smiled as he reached down and started fondling her breasts. He could feel her nipples were already hard, telling him this pretentious game was exciting her even at the basic level. Stacy told him to stop touching her and go hide as she worked on freeing her hands. Jim continued to massage her breasts and softly tweak her nipples until she freed her first hand, which she used to slap him. At that point, he dismounted her legs, ran and hid.

Stacy finished untying her second hand and then worked on her feet. Once free, she found Jim within twenty seconds. There were few hiding places in the house and most of them had already been used once. The premise of hiding was getting old. The game was quickly changing.

It was Stacy's turn to tie Jim to the chair. She decided she was going to play the game by his rules and tied the binds tighter. Jim intentionally pushed his hands an inch or so from the chair so that there would be wiggle room when he went to free his hands, unbeknownst to Stacy. When Stacy was done tying his hands, she sat down on his lap. She gave him a deep, passionate kiss as he started working to free his hands. The kiss caused his crotch to stir with excitement. Stacy felt his bulge grow against her ass and the bottom of her crotch. She laughed inside knowing she was teasing him.

Her lips moved to his neck, kissing up and down his neck. Her kisses caused him to squirm. His erection continued to grow beneath her. She slipped her hand underneath his shirt and began running her nails softly up and down his chest, knowing it turned him on. It only took a minute for Jim to free his first hand and quickly released his second hand as Stacy took off into the next room. He worked on his feet as Stacy scattered to find a good hiding spot. 

Jim untied his feet and quickly found her hiding in a tiny hole between the side arm of the couch and the wall. He saw her blond ponytail poking out, giving her away. He helped her out and quickly tackled her on the couch, lying on top of her. He pressed his stirring groin against her crotch while giving her a deep kiss. Stacy pushed him quickly off her.

Stacy knew the game was going somewhere else and decided to play hard to get. Her original intentions were just to have fun, but she saw this was quickly turning into a sexual game of foreplay. Stacy sat down in the chair and Jim started tying her hands with the shoe strings to the back of the chair. The first three times he tied her wrists together. This time he decided to tie each hand separately to the metal frame of the chair.

"Ouch. You are tying it too tight. You are hurting my wrist." she whined acting like the binds were hurting her. "You had better not play with me again." she lied.

Jim tied her right hand to the metal where the back part of the chair met the seat. He tied the binds tight enough that she would not be able to free herself quickly. He was not able to tie them too much because the shoe string was barely long enough to reach for both hands. Not only was tying her hands separately going to make it more difficult for her, it also was going to allow her shirt to hand more freely on her body. He finished tying her hands, then loosely tied her feet to the chair.

Stacy had began wiggling her wrists back and forth as soon as he finished tying her hands, even while he was tying her hands. She knew him well enough to know he would not head her warnings. Jim sat on her lap once again and ran his hands underneath her shirt. She protested as he pushed her shirt up above her breasts. The cool air quickly hit her nipples. He pushed the shirt up over her head. The shirt rested behind her head and on her arms. She knew she was in trouble as she struggled to loosen either of her hands. Her right hand was fumbling with the knot.

Jim's hands fondled her bare breasts a few moments before lowering his head and taking her left nipple into his mouth. Jim's wet lips on her nipple caused her to grunt softly. His warm, wet lips made her nipple begin to ache. She felt a jolt shoot down her body to her groin, causing her to inadvertently raise her hips against his heavy body.

Not only was she having troubles loosening her hands normally, now she had to contend with fighting the distraction of her horniness in addition. She pulled the end of the shoe string through the first loop as Jim continued to alternate his mouth back and forth on her breasts. She could feel dampness begin to form between her legs. She pulled against the restraint and pulled her right hand away from the chair, freeing her hand. She did not push Jim away, instead she quickly began to work on freeing her left hand. 

While sucking on her right nipple, Jim began to run his fingers softly up and down her ribcage. Stacy started wiggling back and forth. Jim knew how ticklish that spot was. She was now having even more troubles getting her fingers to work correctly.

"That is not fair." She yelled as she used her right hand to push Jim off her legs. 

Jim fell back off her legs, onto the floor. He was laughing as he worked to stand up. Stacy finished untying her left wrist and tried to stand, forgetting her feet were tied also. She stumbled as she stood up to take a step toward Jim. She pulled her weight backward and sat back down in the seat rather than falling on her face. Jim simply ran into the living room and sat down on the couch, waiting for her.

She untied her legs and refused to chase him. "Your turn." was all she had to say.

She sat on the floor and waited for Jim to return to the kitchen. She was determined to get even and make his punishment ten times worse. Jim knew she was vindictive and was going to get even. He decided to try and end the game.

"I think we should stop playing this game now." he said as he enters the kitchen.

"Your turn." was her only response.

Stacy decided to tie his hands the same way he had tied her hands. She tied his feet to the chair and removed her shirt. Jim struggled to reach the knot. Only the tips of his fingers could reach the knot. Stacy had tied his hands tight enough that he had no separation from the metal chair. She leaned forward and put her breasts just a couple inches from his mouth, teasing him. Jim leaned forward and stuck out his tongue, connecting with the inside of her left breast. Stacy pulled back another inch so her breasts were just out of reach.

She leaned in and started to lick the back of his ear as her right hand slowly slid up his left leg. Jim could feel his dick harden and strain against his boxers. Stacy softly and ever so slowly began to stroke him. Jim's left fingers grasp the knot and fumbled to undo the knot. She was making him very horny. His hips started to rise of the chair. 

"You are not playing fair." he exclaimed.

"You started it." she replied. 

She adjusted her body and sat down on his lap. She leaned in and sucked his bottom lip in her mouth and kissed him passionately. She pulled away from his mouth and lifted her hips slightly. She began to rock her hips back and forth, her crotch grazing the back of his erect penis ever so softly. Jim was finding it hard to concentrate. He was concentrating on the pleasure, momentarily forgetting to work on his binds. 

He finally loosened the knot on his left hand and pulled his hand free. He used his hands together to work on his right hand as she continued to rock her hips. He pushed his hips upward, trying to create more contact. Stacy felt his hips press against her aching pussy and quickly lifted her hips, creating space between them. Her teasing was also causing her to become more horny. She could feel her wetness building between her legs.

Stacy slipped her body off his legs as he freed his second hand. She slipped around behind him and slid her right hand between his legs, stroking his hard penis through his boxers as he worked to free his feet. He could feel his juices beginning to build as she stroked him. He would normally have been able to free his feet quickly, but she was making even the simple task difficult. He finally untied his feet from the chair and pushed her hand away.

He stood up and pulled her close to him. He gave her a deep kiss and grabbed her butt cheeks. She pulled away from the kiss and asked if he wanted to quit now that they had both had a turn. 

"No. One more round." he answered.

Jim removed his shirt as well while she sat down. He tied each hand to the chair seat once more, increasing the tightness. Stacy knew this round was going to be rough. The shoe strings were tight against her hand. She knew Jim had not tied the knots as tight as he could before, but he was doing a really good job this time. Jim finished tying her hands and then worked on her feet. This time he tied her ankles to the back of the chair legs, spreading her her legs further apart than before. 

Stacy started working on the knots with each hand as she watched him walk out of the room. She was confused as to why he left the room and wondered if he was going to tease her anymore. A few seconds later, he returned with a bandanna. He tied the bandanna around her head and blindfolded her. This was a new wrinkle to the game. She focused on her binds since she was no longer able to see. The vision of his standing shirtless was stuck in her mind. 

She felt his lips on her right breast and his fingers pinching her left breast. It startled her, but caused her to release a soft moan. She was getting nowhere on the knots. She felt all sensations stop, but residual feelings caused the nerves in her nipples to make them ache. She felt her pressure against her crotch. She instinctively tried to close her legs to no avail. Jim was using his left hand to massage her crotch. His hand slid up and down her crotch, applying a lot of pressure. 

She could feel one of his fingers pushing her panties between her lips on the way up and then grazing her swollen clit. Her hips were rising and falling with the movements of his hands. She could hear moans slipping out of her lips. Her hands were shaking. She was struggling against the tight binds. Just when she thought it was bad enough, she felt his hand slip away. Her body screamed for him to continue, that was until she felt what replaced his hand. She tried to pull her hips back as vibrations flowed through her groin.

She could tell she was starting to get the knot to loosen on her right hand as she pulled the end of the shoe string through the knot. She felt Jim push run the vibrator up and down her crotch. Her hips were once again dancing on the chair. She wiggled her right wrist back and forth, finally loosening her right hand. Her fingers were trembling as they worked on her left wrist. The vibrations seemed to be getting more intense. Her clit was on fire.

Freeing her left hand, Stacy pushed Jim and the vibrator away from her groin. Jim swung around the chair as she began untying her feet. Jim reached around her this time and kneaded her breasts. It took just a few moments for her feet to become free. She stood up and pulled away from Jim's hands.

Stacy took a breather between rounds and poured herself a glass of water. She chugged the glass of water down. The kitchen suddenly seemed unbearably hot. She could feel her body sweating as he legs trembled. Pulling her pajama pants down to her ankles, she stepped out of them. 

Jim sat down in the chair. Stacy tied him to the chair once more. She blindfolded him and then dropped to her knees between his legs. She pulled at his boxers and removed them from his hips. Jim felt his vessels in his arms pulse from the pressure of the tight shoe strings on his wrists. Stacy lowered his boxer just below his knees. The boxers were taught against his legs. Stacy leaned in and wrapped her lips around his hard dick, lubricating it. Jim's hips hopped off the seat and suspended in the air. Stacy pulled her lips from his dick and began stroking the length of his member.

His mind was becoming cloudy. He was struggling to be able to concentrate on freeing his hands. She stroked his dick with her right hand as her left hand cupped his balls, causing Jim to moan. His hands began to tremble as his semen raced from his balls toward his penis. Stacy lowered her lips over his throbbing dick and slid her lips all the way down it's length. She knew he was close and wanted to push him to the edge. Her head bobbed up and down on his hard member as her left hand fondled his balls. 

Jim was loosing strength as his left hand pulled against the shoe strings in attempt to untie the knot. His heart was beating fast. His breathing sharp and unstable. He threw his blindfolded head back as his hips bounced off the seat with the rhythm of her lips. He could feel himself getting close to an orgasm.

"I am going to cumm soon." Jim exclaimed.

Stacy continued to bob her head up and down the length of his throbbing, hard dick a few more seconds before moving her head away from his crotch. Jim could not loosen the knot and quit trying as she the stimulation stopped. Stacy stood up and kissed his lips.

"You aren't free yet?" she said in mock surprise.

Jim laughed. "I wonder why."

"This is going to be fun then. I have you all tied up and at my mercy it looks like."

Stacy waited a minute watching Jim struggle to untie his hand before kneeling between his legs once more. She wrapped her left hand around his hard penis and slowly started stroking it again. She watched the expression on Jim's face and smiled. She was enjoying the power she possessed. She watched his hips rise and fall each time she stopped stroking him only to begin a few seconds later. 

Jim could feel the sweat dripping down his face and chest as she teased his body. She lowered her lips over the tip of his head and ever so softly slid her lips down his dick inch by inch until she could feel his dick pressing against the back of his throat. She slid her lips back up his hot, throbbing member and tasted precum as she licked his tip.

Jim finally loosened the first knot holding his left hand against the chair and began working on pulling the end of the string through the knot. Stacy's head began bobbing up and down sucking as hard as she could. She grabbed the base of his dick with her left hand and stroked it as she sucked on his head. 

Jim decided not to say anything this time as he prepared to cumm. Stacy could tell he was about to have an orgasm and froze. Jim's body collapsed against the chair. He was huffing and puffing. He grunted in displeasure as she stopped. Stacy saw him free his left hand and decided to reward him. She feverishly stroked his dick, feeling his blood vessels throb under her hand. Jim fumbled to release his right hand. His hips rocking on the chair, grunting with each breath he took. 

Stacy cupped his balls with her left hand and squeezed gently causing his hips to lock. She stroked him a few more times until his released a strong moan. Steams of semen shot all over his chest and hips as she stroked him. 

Jim collapsed onto the chair. Stacy decided to be nice and started untying his feet from their binds and then released his right hand. She went into the bathroom and ran a wash cloth under warm water. She handed him the wash cloth and pulled the blindfold from his head.

"That was awesome." Jim exclaimed. 

Jim cleaned up and then begged Stacy for one more turn. Stacy was so hot and bothered. She knew he was going to torture the same way, but decided to give in and enjoy it. This time Jim tied her hands firm, but not tight against the chair. He knew she could easily untie her hands in a few minutes if she wanted, but decided to play nice. He didn't tie her feet to the chair, leaving them free to move. He put the blindfold on her one more time and dropped down between her legs. He could smell the scent of her juices as he leaned in between her spread legs. 

Jim took his left thumb and circled it around the outside of her clit while running his right index finger up and down her slit. Her lips quickly spread, giving him access to her inner lips. Stacy's hips pushed against his fingers, urging him to use more pressure. She slowly worked on her binds, knowing he did not tie them too tight. She wanted to enjoy this. Jim slowly slid his right pointer finger inside her lips. He could feel her wetness surround his finger. He began moving his finger slowly in and out of her. Stacy started to moan softly, gasping each time he inserted his finger inside her.




Can You Escape?



Jim switched it up and pressed his tongue against the hood of her clit. Stacy's hips jerked as he circled her hood with his tongue. Her breathing quickly became short and shallow. He turned his finger and started stroking the top of her inner walls as he slid his finger out of her womb. Stacy could feel the sweat building in her pours. 

Picking up the pace, he began alternating between lick and sucking on her clit that peeked out from the folds of her hood. He slid a second finger inside of her and begin fingering her hole with moderate speed. Her hips started bucking as she moved closer to an orgasm. Her body felt alive. All her senses were activated, her nerves firing throughout her body. All the foreplay and playing had made her very horny. She knew she was going to have an intense orgasm. 

She felt her body start to shudder as the growing warmth raced toward her groin. Jim sucked her clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue around her erect clit. His fingers were pounding inside her womb. He could feel her walls contracting against his fingers. Her hips were slamming down against his hand and grinding against his face.

Her moans and groans became louder and more frequent as she quickly started to work on her binds. Her fingers fumbled against the knots. She wrapped her legs around his head and bucked her hips against his face as her body locked up. Her cream flowing out of her vagina. She body shuddered violently as the warm flow of joy flushed through her body. She held on to his face with all her might for several seconds as the orgasm rocked her body.

Jim gasped for air as her legs loosened and collapsed to the ground. He watched her chest heaving up and down a few seconds before standing up. He walked into the bathroom and grabbed a wash cloth of her own. He ran warm water over it and brought it to her. He placed it on top her groin then helped free her hands and remove her blindfold.

This had been one of the most fun times he had experienced with her. Stacy regained her strength as Jim cleaned her. Wiping her vagina lips, caused Jim's pants to stir once again. Stacy was still horny and wanting more. She looked at the clock on the stove. It read 10:00. She knew she had time before he had to get ready for work.

Stacy grabbed him by the arm and drug him to the bedroom. She threw him on the bed and jumped on top of him. She spread her legs and guided his growing member inside her. She knew he would last longer after his first orgasm. She began to slam her hips against his dick as she rode his hips. She could feel a second orgasm building. She placed her hands on his chest and rolled her hips against his dick. His dick felt great inside her walls.

Jim held her hips and held on as he thrust his hips. Her vagina walls were burning hot as they milked his dick. She leaned in and kissed him as he pulled her chest to his. Jim rolled over on top of her and began thrusting his dick inside her. Stacy was moaning louder and more freely than he had ever heard her moan before today. Her moans were driving him mad.

Their hips began to dance in unison as they made love. Jim's moans began to mingle with Stacy's moans. Their breathing heavy and sharp. The bedroom filled with the smell of sex, the sound of moans bouncing off the walls. After a few minutes, Jim began ramming his hips against her hips with as much force and as fast as he could muster. His groaned loudly as his hips locked deep inside her.



Can You Feel It?



It was a fairly ordinary night in Michelle's life. It had taken a very short time for her to find a nice guy who would promise to fuck her all night long.

She had went to the bar right across the street, and hadn't even had a drop of drink before a fairly average-looking but kind of cute blond guy in a leather jacket had laid his eyes on her. And she had seen him.

Jimmy, he had called himself.

An adventurous-looking guy in a leather jacket... with glasses. A short-haired, busty brunette in jeans and vest... with glasses. Michelle felt that things weren't as they seemed.

It all happened so fast after the initial encounter: A few nice pleasantries, reading the obvious signs that the guy wanted to fuck her, and then asking him if he'd be willing to go in bed with her from 10 PM to 4 AM. He had asked if she had any other entertainment for the night, too. She had said no. He said "Fine."

It had taken her a far, far, far longer time to convince him that it was okay to fuck her without a condom. She just happened to be in mood for that.

And now, he probably had needed even less time to bring her to climax.

Hell, Michelle thought, if he can give me an orgasm in under five minutes, who knows what would happen later on. A bit less than six hours to go...

They had needed no words since they had left the bar. They had started to make out in the long elevator ride from the bar to Michelle's apartment.

They went through the hall to her bedroom. Clothes off. Sweet, sweet kissing and care.

Power of touch.

Power of kisses. Michelle just loved a guy who didn't immediately go for boobs.

You've got to kiss first and then go for boobs, Michelle thought. Like this guy.

She liked just plain normal kisses.

Kisses to the neck, kisses to the cheeks.

She hadn't even seen his cock, but when she felt him push against her sugary lips, she knew this was going to be good.

He entered her. More kisses. Slow thrusts, then more speed.

Michelle wrapped her legs around Jimmy and covered him with kisses.

Minutes passed. Michelle could barely notice how Jimmy picked up more speed and started groaning in joy.

Michelle went through a tight spasm as the orgasm hit her, clutching Jimmy hard as the wonderful waves of bliss raced through her lower body. A great shock of pure ecstasy, followed by a smaller wave... not a massive orgasm, but the first wave almost made her see the stars as it was.

"Oh g... god..." Michelle let out quiet words.

Jimmy cupped Michelle's breasts with his hands as he fucked her harder and harder. "Ooh yeah, you're one hot bitch", Jimmy said as he humped Michelle hard. His steel-hard cock slid deep again and again, her pelvis slapping against hers faster and faster; all feelings sweetly painted over by her sweet, slow waves of bliss.

"S... shove... shove it hard when you cum..." Michelle could barely say as the glow of the orgasm spread.

And Jimmy slammed himself hard in her, one last time.

One last time.

"Oooh yeah", Jimmy gasped, eyes closed.

Michelle said nothing. This was the sweetest feeling in the world. Rock-hard cock, deep in her. She could feel faint throbs of Jimmy's cock as he pushed hard in her, gasping.

As Jimmy drew breath, he grew softer inside her, still throbbing. He tried to move, his moves clumsy, almost erratic; Michelle could feel his every twitch. She knew he really wanted to keep it in her forever... just like she did.

Every little move of his was pure bliss.

"Hoo-ly fuck that was awesome", Jimmy said. "I love it when girls let me fuck them raw."

"Glad you liked it. It was awesome."

"Did I make you cum?" Jimmy said as he pulled out.

"Ooh yeah." Michelle smiled and kissed Jimmy. "Sorry, I'm not much of a moaner."

"Could you feel me cumming in you?" Jimmy asked.

"Yeah!" Michelle said.

"I mean, what I'd like to know, now that I mentioned it... What does it feel like when I cum in you?" Jimmy asked. "Is it, like, warm, or..."

"No, I can't feel the cum shot in me", Michelle said. "Never."

Jimmy grinned. "Never?"

"I can feel guys go rock hard, I can feel guys go soft after they've shot the load, sometimes I can feel them throb in me", Michelle said. "But I can't feel them cum in me."

"Oh yeah?" Jimmy said. "I knew this girl once who swore she could feel me cum in her..."

Michelle shrugged. "Could be, but I don't think it ever happens to me..."

Jimmy grinned. "Mmm, maybe I should teach you a lesson then..."

Michelle grinned and gave Jimmy a big hug as she rolled on her side. "Doubt you can make it happen, but if you're up for another round, love, you could try if it works better if you fuck me from behind..."

Feeling a cum shot in me would be just a small thing in the grand scheme of things, Michelle thought. I can feel so many things...



Can You Feel Me?



She stood in front of the window, staring out at the cold dreary day. Suddenly she felt a warm breathe on her neck; closing her eyes she could feel his hands on her shoulder, one hand gently sweeping her long brown hair to the side, to reveal that tender spot on her neck, that when kissed right, sent shivers up and down her spine. Eyes still shut; she let herself get carried away...

Turning slowly in his arms, she looked into his dark eyes, her lips finding his, and parting hers to accept his tongue, like two snakes, they intertwined. She felt the nipples of her breasts begin to harden against his chest, as they always did. He had that effect on her. She felt his hands sliding down her back; to that tight little butt he loved so well, gripping a cheek in each hand, squeezing them, and pulling her into him further. She could feel the hardness of him growing against her belly. So long, so hard, throbbing against her. The wetness deep between her legs had started with the first touch, and was growing more with each and every one. 

He picked her up, and carried her to the couch. Then he stood her there, and slowly began to undress her, slowly, so very slowly. Removing her blouse to reveal breasts that had not known a bra in many years. So round, so firm, he weighed them in the palm of his hands, he never tired of looking at them. They were tipped by pink firm nipples. He bent forward and took each in turn, into his mouth, gently holding them between his teeth; he ran his tongue over them until he felt her shiver. She had never known another lover like him. 

Slowly he lowered himself to the floor; reaching to her waist he undid her shorts. Like peeling a piece of fruit, he removed them, and relished the sight he enjoyed so much. Her mound was bare! She reached down and pulled his head closer, she thought back to the night she had him shave her, and the love making afterwards. He took in the musky scent of her, fully. And as light as the kiss of a baby, he ran the tip of his tongue from the bottom to the top of her slit. Her moans told him how much she needed and wanted him.

Standing him up she smiled, "My turn!" she whispered in a low but husky voice. One button at a time, she began to unbutton his shirt, revealing a smooth, hairless chest (her idea). She lowered her head to take each one of his nipples, into her mouth, flicking them as he had done hers. 

Like hers, they became erect and hard, as she lowered herself she ran her tongue down his chest to his stomach. It was hard and solid. But she doesn't waste time there. What she wanted, needed, lay further south.

Kneeling in front of him she slowly undid his pants, and allowed them to drop to his ankles, revealing what she expected, and desired. There was nothing to hold it back, and to her it was beautiful, not overly long, just long enough and thick! Oh my, so thick! Taking his joystick in her hands, she lightly ran her tongue over and around the soft spongy head. Sliding it into her warm, wet mouth, it was his turn to moan. She enjoyed this, the things his body did when she did what she was good at. Ever so softly and slowly she began to take him completely into her mouth. This drove him out of his mind, and they both knew it! "Ooohhhh My Goddddddd!" he moaned. Sliding his thick spire in and out of her mouth until she knew he was ready to explode and then began the slow, very slow, process of sliding him out for further pleasure.

When she stood, he lifted her up, and laid her on her back on the couch. Kneeling between her wide spread inviting legs; he first lightly ran the tip of his tongue over those smooth labia. Using his fingers, he softly spread them, and began to run his tongue lightly up and down each lip, savoring it like a fine wine. The small lips were as pink as her nipples and each in turn, was treated to a wet tonguing. Her hips rocked back and forth; as he found that wet opening that led to hidden delights. His tongue pressed that opening until it slid in, and her tight butt lifted off the couch. In and out, his tongue worked, until he knew that her orgasm was building well. Then, withdrawing from inside her, he took her clit into his mouth, and she screamed! With just a little suction on it, he could move her body any way he wanted. Now she was ready.

His manhood in hand, he slowly ran the head up and down, between her lips, until she was begging him to put it inside her. Gently lowering himself; she felt the head begin to spread her open. She could feel every inch of his tower sliding slowly into her. Deeper and deeper, until at last all of it was encased inside a wet, throbbing sheath. He laid there for a minute, as she adjusted to him being inside her. Then he began to thrust in and out of her.

With each thrust, her clit felt the length of him, just as she felt his sack slapping against her butt cheeks. The pace was maddeningly slow. 

She wanted him to drive, harder and deeper, into her, but his pace was slow and easy, his hips driving into hers, she pushing up to meet that thrust. For what seemed like a lifetime, she rode this thick pole, rode it and loved every inch of it, but then, the time came when the pace quickened. She knew he was close, as close as she was! Grabbing her legs behind the knees, he spread her wider, thrusting deeper, thrusting harder! Faster! Faster! She could feel her lips dragging up and down his column! She screamed with pleasure, "PLEASE, CUM WITH ME!" Together, as bursts of colors raged in their eyes, she felt him explode deep inside her, just as her orgasm erupted and covered his pillar. Gradually, they slowed the pace, until at last, spent, they lay quietly together. "Honey," he whispered "My unit leaves tomorrow for Iraq". Tears welled up in her tightly closed eyes. She didn't want to look at him, not this way. All she heard were his last words. "Honey, can you still feel me?" 

When she opened her eyes, she startled out of her reminiscing, and realized that she was gripping his picture and the letter that stated, "We are sorry to inform you, that on Nov 9 SSG John Davis, was killed while serving his country."





Can You Feel That?



"Can you feel that?"

He growled in my ear, His voice low and sinister, and I shivered in response. He had me pinned face down on the bed, holding me by the back of the neck, His very hard and aroused cock pressed against my ass. There was this primal heat coming off of His body and soaking into mine where we touched.... this palpable energy tinged with lust and need and it was intertwining with my own need, my own lust. I moaned loudly into the mattress, aroused beyond belief by Him, by His dominance, by the unleashed quality of His actions. It was overwhelming me, filling me, fueling my own lust until it became this palpable, powerful thing between us, building and building to a point of no return.

His other hand gripped the waistband of my skirt and yanked it roughly down my legs, exposing me to Him. "Spread your legs," He ordered and I did as instructed, spreading my legs, exposing my already dripping wet pussy to His eyes. "Wider," He growled at me as His hand came down on my ass, hard enough to make me yelp as I spread my legs as wide as I could, lifting my hips, exposing myself to Him as much as possible in that position. He thrust His hand in between my legs hard, His fingers sliding in the wetness that was dripping between the swollen lips of my sex. I could hear Him breathing. I could smell my arousal filling the room as He touched me, His hand on my neck still pressing me into the mattress. Taking His fingers, He spread the lips of my pussy open roughly and I yelped a little as I felt myself being stretched wide. I knew He was looking at me. I could almost feel His eyes on my pussy, looking at how red and swollen I was; noticing how the wetness of my arousal was slowly sliding down my thighs. Watching my clit as it became engorged, begging for attention. I wanted Him. I wanted Him so badly in that moment. I wanted to feel Him inside of me. I wanted Him to fuck me.

"You were a very naughty little slut today," He whispered as His fingers began stroking my clit. I moved my hips, trying to rub myself against His fingers harder but He pulled His hand away and smacked my ass, telling me to be still. I tried to remain still, really I did. But He was stroking my clit with His fingers, leaning over me so that I could feel the weight of Him on my back, and whispering in my ear, telling me what happened to naughty little sluts who were bad, and I couldn't keep my hips from moving against His hand. I was moaning and moving my hips against His hand and asking to cum, no pleading to cum. But He was having none of that.

I felt Him stand up, but He kept the hand on the back of my neck, holding me firmly in place. And then, with His other hand, He began to spank me. Each blow landed in the same spot, right on the most sensitive spot on my body and soon I was moaning with each strike. My ass was stinging and red hot, but He hadn't stopped. He kept spanking me and spanking me and spanking me until I was screaming and moaning at the same time, the pain overtaking my body and pushing me up and up and up into that primal part of me. When He finally stopped, tears were running down my cheeks, my breath was coming in ragged gasps, and my whole body was shaking. 

"Tell me what you need slut," He growled at me as I felt Him pressing His hard, hot cock against my pussy. I tried to move back into Him, but He pulled away and I knew if I wanted to be fucked, I'd have to be still. He moved His hand up into my hair and pulled my head off of the bed and told me again, to tell Him what I needed. I caught our reflection in the mirror on the other side of the room and gasped at the eroticism of it. I looked wild, hair messed up, and eyes wide and wet with the tears that were still streaming down my face, my lips puffy and swollen with desire; and Him standing behind me, looking fierce and primal Himself. "I need you to fuck me, please" I sobbed and He smirked at me in the mirror. I honestly believe He would have teased me if He hadn't already reached that point Himself; that point where want becomes need and all you can think about is that release. 

He thrust into me forcefully, spreading me open and filling me in an instant. I moaned His name as I watched Him in the mirror. He moved His hands so that they were gripping my hips bruisingly, His fingernails digging into my skin. I braced myself up on my hands so that I could keep watching Him as He fucked me furiously, moving in and out, slamming into me so hard that the mattress beneath me was moving with the force of each thrust. And then, He looked at me in the mirror and our eyes locked. A jolt of energy ripped through me when He whispered "Cum for me," and my body exploded. 

This primal growling sound ripped from my throat as I felt Him cumming inside of me, His hips pumping furiously, the sound of His body slamming into mine was drowned out by my screams as I felt myself cumming and cumming and cumming so powerfully that for a minute I could not longer see. My arms collapsed and I fell onto the bed as He pulled out of me slowly and lifted my legs onto the bed before lying next to me and wrapping me in His arms.



Can You Fuck Me Now?



My wife's a nymphomaniac. 

OK, OK - maybe she isn't if you use the strict dictionary definition of the word. But she does think about sex a lot. And I mean a whole lot. Somewhere along the line the sweet little girl that I married turned into some kind of always-lusty sex kitten.

When Steffi comes home from her job as a junior high teacher she heads straight for her computer. She simply can't wait to look at this website she found that collects dirty stories. If there aren't any new ones for her to drool over then she's in a bad mood for hours. And then once she's devoured a new one, she wants to discuss it with me. Every little detail. Every thought that the characters have. Every position they use. And I know that they give her ideas. Sometimes she even suggests that we try them out. Ropes? Public sex? Dirty talking? I don't know about that kind of stuff. Maybe I'm just getting old, but give me plain old vanilla sex a few times a week with my wife and I'm a happy camper.

Sometimes we joke about our changing needs. After a few years of marriage my desires have diminished to the point where a good screwing 3 or 4 times a week is enough. And most of the rest of the time I don't think about it at all. But while the lust of my youth has been waning, hers has been growing almost exponentially. It could be that she needs more sex to reassure her that she's still a sexy woman. Or maybe her body just craves it more and more without any input from her brain. I don't know what the reasons are, but I do know one thing - her lust is starting to get out of hand.

The other day at Applebee's we were eating dinner and I saw her watching the waiter's ass as he walked away from our table. He was a good-looking sort of guy, and friendly enough. Steffi's eyes took on a faraway look and I saw how tightly her fingers were gripping her fork.

"You're thinking about what it would be like to fuck him, aren't you?"

At least she had the grace to look a little embarrassed. Not ashamed, you understand. But a little blush arose to her cheek as she dropped her eyes to her lap. This wasn't the first time that I'd caught her fantasizing about some stranger. "Well, yeah."

I laughed, and so did she. I knew that her desires sometimes took over her rational thought, and I knew that I was going to be truly well fucked when we got home. Steffi tried to pay more attention to me through dinner, but every once in a while her fingers would twitch and her eyes would lose their focus and I knew that she was imagining her hands on our waiter's ass, pulling him deeper between her spread legs.

The arrival of the new Victoria's Secret catalog is always a big occasion in our house. Not that I care that much. I have my oversexed naked wife to look at, and she's so pretty that she still takes my breath away. But Steffi insists that we have to snuggle on the couch and go through the catalog page by page together. She makes little yummy sounds of delight at each new fandangle and every lacy frou-frou. As we turn the pages together Steffi insists that I help her choose some sexy thing to wear. 

"Which would make you want to fuck me more? The red bustier, with my bare boobs hanging out? Or this pink nightie on page 37? I could wear it with this pair of nylons with the little roses over here on the stockings page? What do you think? Which one makes your cock want me?" 

And she doesn't just order from catalogs, either. She knows all of the sexy lingerie stores in town. And it seems like every weekend she comes home with some new frilly thing to wear. A pair of black satin crotchless panties from Frederick's. A babydoll with "I'm Yours!" printed on the front from Crystal's. A lacy blue teddy from Fascinations. And she's never happy unless I rip the damn thing off of her and ravage her as soon as I see her in it. One time she even made a schoolgirl outfit to wear just because she thought I'd like fucking her in it. Sometimes I think that if I didn't put my foot down Steffi would spend all her free time fucking, shopping for lingerie or reading dirty stories.

Last weekend after we woke up Steffi wanted to screw around. Again. As if last night hadn't happened at all. But I disentangled myself and got out of bed. While she napped (and probably played with herself) I showered and got dressed. We ate some breakfast together and then I told her I had to leave. I had my hand on the doorknob when she padded over to me, still wearing her short silk nightshirt. She put her hands on my chest and looked me in the eye. Her breath smelled faintly of morning coffee and her hair was still tousled from last night's sleep, and I thought she was the prettiest girl I'd ever seen. Her voice was sincere and childlike. "Can you fuck me before you go?" 

I chuckled a little and said, "Noooo." I tried to sound reluctant, as if I was very sorry that I had to pass up the opportunity to make love to her. I do like to make love to her. Just not all of the time. A guy likes to think it's his idea sometimes, you know? But the fact is that if I don't respond with at least token enthusiasm to each and every one of her offers, then she can pout for days. "I really have to get some stuff done this morning. But I'll be back in a couple of hours."

"Where are you going?"

"To the mall." I regretted the words as soon as they were out of my mouth because I knew immediately what my wife would think. A trip to the mall for me was a lingerie shopping opportunity for Steffi. As if I really needed her looking at sexy clothes and getting more hot and bothered than she was already.

"Oh, goody! Wait right here." Steffi gave me a quick peck on the corner of my mouth. "I'll only be a minute." 

Of course, it wasn't only a minute. It was more like 15. When she finally met me at the car, Steffi had somehow changed from tousled suburban housewife wife into a sultry sexkitten. She had put on her makeup and done something with her hair. Her jeans were snug, and she filled them out perfectly. My wife has passed the age where she thinks that looking anorexic is desirable, thank goodness. Her figure was lush with the tempting curves of a full grown woman. She had on a pair of clear Lucite high heels with a 2 inch platform. Steffi's always been tall and the shoes raised her height to the point where she could look me in the eye. Her toes were covered in black and I knew that she had on a pair of nylon stockings under her jeans. She looked so damned sexy that for a moment I reconsidered my decision to screw her before I left.

When we got to the mall we split up. Of course, not before she gave me a sloppy wet kiss full of promises for later. I watched her sexy ass wiggling under her jeans as she walked off towards the department stores and anyplace else that she could find sexy clothes.

I was over in the hardware store looking at a new variable speed drill when my cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Can you fuck me now?"

I chuckled, imagining Steffi calling me while looking standing in the store looking at rack of frilly bra and panty sets. "Nooooo...."

Immediately the phone disconnected. I hung up with a soft chuckle. If Steffi was this worked up now, I couldn't even imagine how excited she'd make herself before we got home. I didn't give it too much thought as I picked out a new drill. My wife being horny and preoccupied with sex wasn't exactly news to me.

A little bit later I had moved on to the electrical department. I was checking out TV cables so that I could hook up the upstairs television when my phone rang again.

"Can you fuck me now?" she said. This time there was just a trace of impatience in her voice, and a slight emphasis on the word 'now.'

"Noooo..." I said, trying to sound both patient and horny at the same time. I don't know if I was successful. But I do know that that she had actually disconnected before I even finished the word.

I had finished with the hardware store and was headed to the computer store when the phone rang again.

"Can you fuck me now?" Almost pleading.

"I'm trying to buy that new sound card so that..." Click. I was beginning to be a little afraid. I couldn't remember ever seeing her quite this preoccupied before. Usually she waited until we were home alone to start really begging for sex. I felt a little twinge in my dick and I began to wonder if I was going to survive the fucking that was headed my way. But I steeled myself. I had other things to do. Really.

I made my way over to the book store to pick up the new Robert Jordan novel I'd been wanting to read. I was browsing the fantasy section when the phone rang again.

"Can you fuck me now?" Almost demanding.

"I'm standing here looking at..." Click.

The calls didn't stop as I made my way through my morning.

At the video store.

"Can you fuck me now?"

At the shoe store.

"Can you fuck me now?" 

I was walking towards the music store when my phone rang again. As I pulled it out to answer I looked around and I saw Steffi through a store window. She was in a little shop called Josie's that catered to young Goth chicks - lots of leather, jewelry and black clothing. She had her cell phone in one hand and a black leather doggie collar with little silver spikes on it in the other. She was obviously thinking about buying it as she twisted this way and that so that she could see it from different angles. I watched her lips moving as I listened to her on the phone.

"Can you fuck me now?"

"Nooo..." Click.

Steffi held the collar up to her throat and looked in the mirror while she absentmindedly tucked her phone away. Chuckling to myself at the thought of my wife in nothing but a dog collar, I kept on towards the music store.

I was paying for a couple of new CDs when my phone rang again.

"Can you fuck me now?"

"Are you ready...."

"Ohmigod, yes!" Click.

"....to go get some lunch?" I finished into my dead phone. I guess that I could have worded that better. Resigned to my fate I headed back to the car.

But while we drove home no mention was made of the phone calls. Sex was never brought up. It was almost as if she hadn't been thinking about sex all morning. Steffi was bright and talkative, telling me about her new student and a TV show that she'd seen last night. It left me wondering what her plan was. It just wasn't like her to not want to talk about sex.

When we got inside, she took my by the hand and led me to the bedroom. My phone rang as Steffi squatted in front of me. I got it out of my pocket just in time. Steffi's fingers nimbly unfastened my belt and jeans and pushed them down my legs.

"Hello?" I said.

Steffi took me in her hand, her delicate fingers caressing me as she nuzzled her lips against my cock.

There was no answer. I didn't disconnect right away, because just then Steffi softly sucked me into her sweet mouth and I just plain forgot where I was. Steffi made some slurpy noises as my quickly hardening dick pushed down her throat. She removed me and held me in her hand and rubbed me on her soft cheek and then slid me back inside her mouth, lightly grazing my shaft with her sharp teeth.

Steffi was lost in her undertaking, enjoying her actions even more than I did. She took me out of her mouth long enough to say, "God, you taste good!" I took advantage of the lull in the attack on my dick and managed to hang up the phone and put it down. I stripped off my t-shirt as Steffi resumed nuzzling me. She fondled, licked and slurped me into full-blown dripping rigidity. I kicked off my pants as she suckled and soon I was stark naked in front of my wife, who was quite enjoying herself squatting with her legs spread and sucking on my big dick.

Steffi slipped me from her mouth, but continued to slide her hand slowly up and down my wet shaft as she looked up at me with a twinkle in her eye.

"Can you fuck me now?"

Like any man would say no at that point. I chuckled and took her hands and helped her to her feet. She led me to the sleigh frame bed which we inherited from my grandmother. It has a clunky cherry wood frame which is pretty high, extending a couple of feet above the mattress at the head and food of the bed.

Steffi turned her back to me and pressed herself against me, wiggling her ass against my hard dick. She unfastened her pants and pushed them down to her knees, exposing her bare ass. Steffi leaned forward, grabbing the edge of the bed frame for support as she reached behind her and pulled her ass open with her free hand to make her pussy available for me.

I didn't need a second invitation. She had been wanting a fucking all morning, and it was time to give it to her. I lined up the tip of my shaft with her wet hole and slipped myself inside.

I started sliding myself in and out of my wife, fucking her gently and enjoying the slippery sensation of being inside her. I didn't want to cum too soon so I went slowly, trying to prolong our fooling around. She was warm and wet inside but her ass was cool against my crotch as I pushed myself into her. I expected her to moan and start pushing back, impaling herself on my dick as she took the fuck that she had been wanting all morning. I felt extra long plunging deep into the recesses of my wife. 

But Steffi surprised me. She stood up straight, leaving one hand on the edge of the bed frame for support as we fucked standing up. It wasn't like my wife to not moan and move and take her pleasure from my dick. I started pushing a little harder, trying to get her to make little noises like she usually does.

Steffi kicked off her right shoe and lifted her foot towards her crotch. She bent forward so that she could tug her pants leg past her foot and kick it off, all the while taking my fucking as if I wasn't even there. I couldn't believe it! My hot to trot wife was getting a standing fuck after a whole morning of teasing, and she was acting as if it wasn't even happening. As if she was alone in the bedroom instead of undressing with a swollen dick in her pussy.

Steffi put her right foot back into her high heeled shoe, and then repeated the operation with her left leg, lifting it to her crotch and tugging the pants leg off while she was being rocked back and forth by her husband's dick. I caught a glimpse of her in the mirror, wearing her black nylons, her high heels and a t-shirt. God, she was sexy! 

I slid into her even deeper, intentionally trying to hit the spot that would send her climbing to the top. But she didn't groan in pleasure, she didn't wiggle. She didn't lean against me to take comfort in her lover's arms. She acted for all the world as if I wasn't even there. It was like some kind of challenge to me. I wanted her to moan and thrash around, to enjoy herself like she usually did.

So I fucked her even harder.

It was a good thing that she'd left her hand on the bed frame for support, because now I was pushing into her hard enough that she would have been knocked over if she hadn't been hanging on. Her hand rested lightly on the bed frame, grabbing it only when she was in danger of falling. Her feigned indifference was heady, intoxicating. I can't tell you how much it excited me to see her like this. Usually she took as much pleasure as she gave, fucking me just as hard as I fucked her. But not this time.

Steffi lifted her right foot free of her shoe again, this time so that she could lift her leg and slide off her nylon stocking. The sensations this caused on my cock caused a ripple of pleasure to run through my whole body, and I could feel the beginnings of a massive orgasm gathering in my balls. I put my hands on her hips as I slid in and out of her. Slowly she removed her stocking, teasing me by doing it ever so slowly. Sliding it down her silky white thigh and off of her foot. I could tell that it was hard for her to do, bouncing around on my cock like she was, but she acted like it was how she did it every day. She slowly put her foot down and back into her Lucite platform.

I fucked her harder.

She lifted her left leg and slowly removed her stocking, teasing me with her bare legs, her high heels and her detached manner. Indifferent to the cock that was driving in and out of her as she bared her leg. She held on to the bed so that the fucking wouldn't throw her to the floor as she took off her stocking. She rocked back and forth on my dick as she put her bare foot down and back into its sandal. She took off her shirt and threw it on the bed, and now she was naked except for her high heeled shoes. She still acted like I wasn't even there, like she wasn't having a hard fuck thrown up inside of her.

I fucked her harder.

Her bare heels lifted from her shoes with each thrust, and every once in a while even the heels of the shoes came off the ground. I was pushing myself as far into her as I could then almost withdrawing entirely, maximizing the contact between her feminine softness and my engorged dick. Sometimes my thrusts were so strong that she would almost tumble down and have to grab the bed frame with both hands in order to stay standing. But she still acted like I wasn't there.

Then Steffi picked up her jeans and shook them out and started folding them. I couldn't believe it. I felt like I was assaulting her, I was fucking her so hard. Somehow by pretending that I didn't exist she was driving me to a whole new level of intoxication with her. I wanted her to notice me fucking her so badly that I could almost taste it. I could feel the sperm gathering in my balls getting ready to blast off.

Now we've never know exactly why it is, but my wife can always tell when I'm about to cum. Did she learn how to tell because she's so into sex? Or is she into sex because she knows how to tell? Or is it something different altogether? Maybe she just knows how to push me over the edge. I guess it doesn't really matter. But she always knows when I'm about to splurt my load, usually even before I do.

Steffi finally acknowledged my presence inside her. She took my hands from her waist and pulled them around in front of her. She put her hands over mine, cupping my hands over her firm breasts. I could feel her erect nipples pressing into my palms. And that did it.

With one last thrust I rammed myself into her, lifting her off the ground as I pulled down on her breasts and rocketed loads of hot cum deep up inside her. I plunged over and over again, a jet of sticky sperm splashing into her with every thrust as my body tried to get the cum to shoot right through her. Steffi's hands held mine tightly against her breasts as she was bounced off the floor over and over. We rocked together, and I had never loved cumming inside her so much.

Finally I slowed down, my post-orgasmic gasping for fresh air taking over. My nose was buried in her hair, taking in the scent of her shampoo. Peaches and cream, mixed with the unmistakable scent of a sexually excited girl. Steffi settled back into her shoes as I inhaled her essence. It was the most intense fucking that I'd ever had. Or given. Little spasms shook my body as my dick tried to shoot every last drop cum from my balls into her.

As my breathing returned to normal, my wife let go of my hands and leaned forward, and I slipped out of her. Steffi turned around so that her bare ass was on the edge of the bed frame, her legs spread wide and her feet on the floor. Her legs were long and lean, and the high heeled shoes made them even more seductive. She smiled at me, knowing as well as I did that I'd just experienced the most intense orgasm of my life. She reached between her legs and drew my sagging dick towards her dripping wet pussy. I don't know how she managed it, but somehow I was inside her again, even as the energy drained right out of me. Warm sperm squeezed out of her pussy and drooled around us where we were joined.

Steffi leaned back as if she didn't have a big cock inside her and picked up the bag that she'd brought home from the mall. She gave her hips a little wiggle which sent a delicious sensation through my shrinking shaft. With a smile in her eye she opened it and took out the black doggie collar with little silver spikes. The one that I'd seen her looking at in the store.




Can You Fuck Me Now?



"You didn't think I saw you looking at me, did you?"

I laughed and shook my head. Steffi opened the clasp on the collar, flipped her hair out of the way, and put it on. I had no idea that seeing little strip of leather around her delicate neck would affect me the way it did. I felt a little twinge of returning hardness in my cock, but I knew that I'd been too thoroughly fucked to get it up again anytime soon. She put her finger in her mouth, a seductive smile in her eye.

"Can you fuck me now?" she said for what felt like the millionth time today, emphasizing the word 'me' this time. She gave a little wiggle of her pussy around my cock when I didn't answer her right away.

Much as I wanted to, I just knew that it wasn't going to happen. The days where I could manage more than once a day seemed like an eternity ago. And that's ignoring how thoroughly I'd just been fucked. A reluctant chuckle escaped my lips as I stood there between her legs, my shrinking dick still nestled inside my wife's warm pussy.

I don't think Steffi was at all surprised. She could tell how soft my dick was as it slowly shrank inside of her. She looked me in the eye and took her finger out of her mouth and slowly moved it down between her legs where I was still buried. Her delicate hand slid between us and I could feel her finger probing the bottom of her slit hear her asshole. The pleasurable sensation was exquisite, but it didn't return the hardness to my shaft. She brought her finger slowly back up to her mouth, a big glob of white cum dangling from the tip. She had to twist her finger to keep it from dripping off. She looked at it for a moment, and then she stuck out her tongue and quickly stuck her cummy finger into her mouth.

Steffi closed her eyes and savored the taste for a second or two, swirling my cum around in her mouth and sucking on her fingertip. Then her eyes opened so that she could see the reaction she'd gotten. She could see by the look in my eye that she had rekindled my lust. Still looking me straight in the eye she slowly reached her hand down between us to do it again.

An involuntary spasm caused my hips to thrust against her as my dick started to harden again. It was as if she was feeding herself my cum and it was going right through her, dripping out of her pussy just so that she could savor the taste again. It was the most erotic thing that my oversexed wife had ever done. She brought her finger up again with a glob of slippery cum on it and popped it in her mouth. Steffi kept doing it, eating my cum from her pussy a dollop at a time. My dick started to harden and we gently started to make love again. She wasn't going to ignore me this time. I could tell because her hips moved slowly, gently encouraging me to slide in and out of her, urging my cock to swell and start to fuck her. And I did, my dick becoming harder with each stroke.

As the steel returned to my shaft the urge to splurt cum inside my loving wife returned. But this time it was a slow burning lust rather than the fiery eruption that had consumed me a few minutes before. There was no doubt in my mind that this had been her plan all along, and I was quite willing to reward her scheme. I repositioned myself, bending my knees and so that I had the proper angle to penetrate her as deeply as possible. I pushed myself into her slowly, letting her feel every inch of my recharged shaft filling her completely.

Steffi forgot all pretense of ignoring me and gasped as my dick became buried to the hilt inside of her. She began panting as we moved together, which was her usual reaction to getting fucked. She leaned back away from me, throwing her head back as her hands held on to the bed frame. I watched as a bright blush crossed the freckles on her breasts. I knew what that blush meant - she had started to cum, the little tiny cums she always had on the way to a bigger orgasm. I started driving into her faster, pushing her harder towards her climax. Her body rocked, fucking me as I drove into her, her gasps for air coming shorter and faster as her crest approached. 

Her gasping for breath was punctuated by little mewls of pleasure. Faster and faster she panted, gulping for air as she took her standing fuck. Steffi's hair bounced wildly as I drove into her, framing and then hiding her face.

Suddenly she threw her arms around my neck and her legs around my back. I felt her high heels on my ass and her breath on my neck. She just curled up into a ball with her ass resting on the bed frame and me between her legs. I knew that she was about to cum and I gave her the deepest thrust I could manage and held myself there inside her. Steffi caught her breath and held it as her trembling body gave her the orgasm that she had been needing all morning. Her whole body twitched and a tiny whimper of pleasure escaped her lips. I put my hands on her taut ass to support her as she came and came. I knew better than to keep fucking her - when Steffi is cumming her pussy gets too tender for any extra stimulation. I held her tightly and kissed her hair as time stood still and we were one.

It seemed like we were melded forever, but somehow it was still over all too soon. With an audible gulp and a shudder that shook her whole body Steffi began to breathe again. I could feel after-cums moving through her body in waves, each one a little softer than the one before. I softly nibbled her neck, and as her mind returned from the limbo her body had sent it to, she turned her head so that we could kiss. 

I don't know just how long we stood there necking, Steffi impaled on my dick and holding on to me for dear life. But however long it was, it wasn't long enough, because I felt like I wanted to stay there 'til the end of time.

While we kissed Steffi slowly uncurled, letting her long legs straighten and her feet reach the floor. Her erect nipples pressed into my chest as she held me close. Finally, needing more oxygen than I was getting, I leaned away so that I could look at my naked wife. Standing there with her long legs spread and wearing nothing but a pair of sexy high heels I thought she was the sexiest woman in the world.

She gave my hips a gentle push away from her, and I took the hint and slid out of her. With an exhausted smile Steffi took me by the hand and led us around the bed so that we could lay down. After I climbed in and stretched out Steffi lay beside me, resting her head on my shoulder. She entwined her legs in mind and her hand fell on my hard dick, which was still slimy with a mixture of her cum and my sperm.

"So, did you like it?" she asked, with a smug tone in her whispered voice. Steffi's one of those girls who likes to talk afterwards, and after a fucking like that I knew I was in for a long one. But her hand never stopped caressing my shaft. Sometimes I think that she can give me a better handjob than I can give myself. Her kneading was leading me towards another orgasm, even as the rest of me tried to drift off to sleep to the sound of my wife's soothing voice.

"That was the best fuck we've had in a long time." Steffi giggled softly into my chest. She kept her voice low and sexy, not wanting to interrupt our post-sex languor as she rambled on, the words tumbling out of her in a rush.

"I was watching in the mirror, and it was so sexy. The look in your eyes when I you started fucking me harder? I don't know what gave me that idea. Did you like the collar? I saw one in that site I showed you the other day. And I thought that a doggie collar would go really well with high heels. Of course I really ought to have a black pair. The girl at the counter at Frederick's was wearing a really pretty pair today - red with a strap around the ankle. Of course I don't have a pair of heels like the ones she had, but I think these worked pretty well. Did you like them? Maybe I should get some red ones. I came so hard! I loved it when you grabbed my ass while I came. I think you left finger marks on my butt."

As Steffi's hushed voice babbled on her delicate fingers with their red nails never stopped caressing my dick. I had started dripping pre-cum, and she smeared it around my shaft as she kept on talking. If you didn't know Steffi, you would have thought that she wasn't paying any attention to the magic her hand was doing, but I knew that a corner of her mind was tuned to the exact frequency emanating from my cock. I felt the head starting to swell as it strained to cum.

"God, my pussy is sore. I think that standing while I got fucked put a lot more strain on it. Does your cock hurt? I'm glad that the bed frame is high enough to hold on to. I mean if it wasn't, then what would we do? I suppose that we could do it against the wall, but that isn't the same, is it? God, I am so wet! I think these shoes make my legs look longer. Do you? Hey! Do you like how I used my phone? I'll bet you never thought I'd call you to ask for a fucking, did you? You know what we should do? Next time you can..."

Steffi suddenly stopped talking and ducked her head down, her long hair falling over my stomach. Like I said before, Steffi seems to know when I'm going to cum even before I do. By the time she closed her lips over the head of my cock it had already started spurting because of the gentle ministrations of her knowing hand.

My whole body spasmed as I shot my load into her warm wet mouth. I jerked and shook as she gently sucked on the head of my cock, drawing my sperm into her. I tangled my fingers in her hair as I emptied my balls for the second time. Her hand was closed snugly around my shaft, holding me just right as I bucked against her fingers. Steffi swallowed greedily, and then licked her lips clean before she resumed talking. 

"...call me. I'll put my phone in my panties and set it on vibrate. Every time you call it'll vibrate and I'll know that you want to fuck me." She spoke with a dreamy tone as she imagined next time. As if her mouth hadn't just been filled with hot sticky sperm. "Or we could try it at the store! You know, a standing fuck in the dressing room at Josie's? I looked - there aren't any cameras there and we could sneak you in. Wouldn't that be cool? Do you want to try that?" Steffi's voice faded away as I drifted off to sleep. "I could wear the blue camisole and no panties, so that you could take me quick. I could wear my new dog collar. Or should I buy a new one for the occasion? I've always thought that you...."

I chuckled to myself as the sound of her soothing voice lulled me off to sleep. The sperm I had just shot into her warm and willing mouth probably hadn't even made its way all the way down to her stomach yet, and she was already thinking about what we were going to do the next time. 

Like I said, my wife's some kind of nymphomaniac.

But I don't mind.

Not really.

I hope you enjoyed my latest little story. Some of the others that I've written have a similar feel, and you might like them too. Do take a look and drop me a line to let me know what you think. Thanks for your comments...!



Can You Handle Me?



The weather was great, sunny, and hot. It was early, and I decided to go to the newly designed pool-area on the roof of my luxury building to enjoy the great view of the Manhattan skyline while I chill in the pool. To my surprise, my friend Chanel was already there. She was a hottie that lived two floors below me. We always speak every time we see each other. She was one of the friendliest tenants in the building.

Chanel is Slovak, Cherokee, and Italian. She stood about 5'8 and had a body that most women run to the surgeon for, with plenty of curves in just the right places. Chanel looked like a popular video vixen. Her red bikini barely covered her tits, and her fat ass exposed for my viewing pleasure. I knew she was married, but damn...

As I stood there, Chanel began to sunbathe in the nude. After covering her body with oil, she lay upon her blue blanket, and started massaging her arms and the rest of her body. Aroused, I wanted to suck on her nipples, which looked quite taut. Chanel glanced at my direction briefly and looked away. I don't know if she noticed me, but she began rubbing her pussy. My dick was so hard that I felt like I was going to "blast off" in my shorts. Chanel's moaning echoed, and it sounded so sexy. I thought I was listening to Donna Summers' "Love to Love You".

When she dove into the pool, I finally walked inside the pool area. The soft breeze felt great on the roof.

"Come on in, Nature Boy. Do you need a formal invitation?" Chanel hollered. "The water feels great."

"I'm coming in, baby girl." I replied. "I love sharing the pool with a gorgeous woman."

I dived in the pool as if I was Spider-Man. The cool water felt as good as I swam to Chanel's direction. I got a nice view of her shaved pussy. As I raised my head to get some air, I felt refresh. The pool water cleansed me of my body oil and sweat, but it did not cut my horniness. I already had explicit images of Chanel and me fucking wildly by the pool.

"Did you like the view down there?" Chanel asked, as she embraced me.

"It was nice." I admitted.

"I know you enjoyed watching me played with my pussy."

"Oh, so you did saw me standing over there." I smiled.

"Of course I did, handsome." Chanel continued. "To know that you were over there watching me was pretty exciting!"

"Well, the thought of me and you fucking had me excited." I said.

Chanel laughed and said, "What? You really are a bad boy. You know my husband is a Marine."

"Well, if you cater to me I'll be your soldier." I replied.

Chanel chuckled. "You're lucky I'm intrigued by you."

"I'm addictive, baby." I told her. "Women love me!"

"Do you think you can handle me?" Chanel asked seductively.

"I know I can handle you, Goddess." I answered. "Oh, really," Chanel smiled.

I stared at Chanel's tits, and she squeezed my dick and cupped my balls. Her facial expression was priceless. I thought her jaw was going to fall in the pool. I had Chanel in awed at its size as most women were. I gave her a smirk, and did not act surprised.

"Is it big enough?"

"Yeah, it would do." Chanel replied. "Let's go, big boy."

Chanel took my hand and I helped her out of the pool. Her long reddish-brown hair clanged to her back as it dripped water down the crack of her ass. It was a sexy sight, and I enjoyed watching her bent and picked up her bikini and towel. I thought to myself, I am going to fuck the shit out of you!

We went to my penthouse, and straight to the bathroom. After taking a quick shower, we walked into the master bedroom. Chanel took hold of my dick and led the way. She looked back at me with a sultry smile on her face. As she sat on the edge of the bed, she was ready to do fellatio on me.

"Come over here and give me that cock." Chanel expressed. "You said you can handle me."

I walked over to her, and she devoured my dick with her warm mouth. I do not know how she got my dick all the way down her throat without gagging, but she did. Chanel's oral technique was crazy, because I felt like I was going to cum early. She was in frenzy, attacking my dick as if she lost all control of herself. Sensing I was about to cum, Chanel pulled my dick out of her mouth and giggled.

"Damn, girl." I said.

"No, I don't want you to cum yet. I want that cock inside of me."

I positioned myself on top of Chanel and drilled my dick in her pussy. She let out a gasp as she took every inch of my dick inside her. We fucked very slowly for several minutes before I started to quicken the pace. I had Chanel moving up and down on my dick. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head from the pleasure. My dick seemed to tickle all the way to her stomach.

"Oh, Nature Boy, just like that, fuck it! That feels so good!" Chanel whispered through her clenched teeth. 

One of Chanel's hands dropped from her erect nipple and moved between us, and I felt the back of her soft hand on my toned stomach and realized that she was playing with her clit. Chanel became hornier, and I started to drive into her pussy faster and harder. The rhythm we developed had the bed rocking like a popular nightclub.

"Yes, this pussy is so fucking good! Is this pussy mine?" I whispered in her ear.

"Yes, this pussy is yours!" She yelled.

As I went deeper, I felt Chanel's body tense again, as I knew she was about to cum any minute. She grabbed my hips, and pulled me tightly into her. She held me very firmly so I couldn't plunged into her, so instead I began to grind my hips into Chanel in the same side to side motion that she enjoyed so much. The effect was nearly immediate as she screamed, "Yes, Daddy!" She pulled me even tighter and scraped her nails across my lower back. 

"Uh-huh!" I responded. "I got this motherfucker!"

"Get it, get it, get it," Chanel sighed, as her orgasm barely passed. "Fuck me."

She released me and I drove into her pussy even harder and faster than before. Watching Chanel cum on my dick had brought me to the edge, which I was nearing an orgasm. As I pounded away, Chanel continued with her dirty talk, "That's it, Nature Boy. Fuck me hard! Yes, handle it." I pumped her so hard that I was grunting with each thrust.

Knowing that I was about to cum, Chanel said, "Fill me with your cum, Nature Boy. Give it to me."

"I'm cumming, baby girl." I announced. 

I shot a thick load of golden cum on her tits. I continued fucking Chanel until I was completely spent. I pulled my dick out of Chanel's wet pussy and collapsed on the bed next to her. Both of us needed a few moments to catch our breaths, and Chanel turned to face me, kissing me softly and deeply, letting our hands caressed each other. Chanel climbed on top of me and rode me like an untamed freak, swinging her head from side to side, and screaming her excitement. Never in Chanel's life had she ever dreamed that dick would be so great like this. With hardly any effort, I had Chanel in the doggie-style position. As I pounded away, it did not take long for another orgasm to blow her mind. 

I mounted Chanel missionary position, and we fucked passionately. I kissed her and fondled her tits as I pumped faster. Chanel soon passed out from her intense orgasm. I ejaculated on her belly. Chanel was still stationary, as I sat there marveling her sweaty sexy body. She looked so sexy! When she finally came back to reality, I kissed her on the lips.

"I told you, you can't handle me. I fucked you to sleep, baby girl." I laughed.

Chanel chuckled. "Whatever, you can't handle me."

"I was tearing that pussy up." I said. "I'm the best at what I do. Ha-Ha!"

After Chanel and I cleaned up in the shower, she found her bikini and slipped them on. I walked her to the door with my arm around her tiny waist. Chanel French-kissed me, and told me, "I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."

"Yes, it was great." I acknowledged.

Chanel smiled, and left. I hope it's not the last time I enjoyed Chanel's sexy body. It was fun handling her. Ha-Ha!



Can You Have Too Much Sex?



Society says that being promiscuous is wrong. Fucking a lot of guys is bad. Well, to heck with society. I love to fuck. I love cocks. Pricks. Penises, whatever anyone wants to call them. I'd be unhappy if I didn't. So who am I hurting? Society's rules are to protect females, I'm sure. But having me not have sex with a guy isn't protecting me, it's wronging me. Or, it would be, if society got me to do what it prefers. 

If I ever have a daughter, I'll seriously think of arranging to have a really good lover be her first. That first time is important. My first, back in high school, was the high point of my life up until then. If I have any regrets it's that I didn't start sooner. My first came on my eighteenth birthday. 

Of course, to have a daughter, I'd prefer to be married. Have a guy that would help pay the bills and act like a father, caring for his kids. And at the rate I'm going, I may never marry, never have kids. Which is probably the real reason that society wants girls to stay virgins and believe the glories of sex are somehow tied solely to marriage. To late for me to ever believe that. 

And I've thought of that. I've had sex with some truly great guys. But I've never wanted to limit myself to just one of them, or limit one of them to just me. So that pretty much rules out marriage. But I'm still young, maybe my biological clock will tick away and cause me to change my mind some day. Maybe not. I'm now 24, graduated from college and have a terrific job, finally earning some serious money.

Right now, I'm having sex with four guys. Not all at once, of course. Two are married and two aren't. The two married ones are limited so we tend to go at it for about an hour after work. One of them, I know, is only being with me and his wife. He's clean. So we can do everything bare back. Which is great for me because I'm wild about cocks, love to feel and suck cocks. I can't even imagine sucking a cock with a condom, only whores who need the money must do that. The other one, I'm pretty sure, is playing around a lot. I can't be sure about him so we always use a condom. I just never blow him. In fact, I wouldn't keep him in my repertoire except he is absolutely fantastic at eating me. I mean, he goes at it like it's his last meal on earth. There are times when I'm fucking that it's nice to be slow and romantic and other times when I need it hard and fast, pounding away. He eats me like that, hard and fast and pounding away and never seems to get satisfied, never has enough.

The other two are both single. One of them I also can't be sure of. I'm promiscuous but he puts me to shame. So, again, always with condoms. I am more afraid of AIDS than I am in need of good sex. But he's rich. We always do expensive things that I love so I reward him by letting him fuck me. Of them all, he'd be the easiest to drop. Now the other single guy, is a different story. I always end up with him all night long. He wants me to move in. He wants to be my one and only. He's a hunk and he's a great lover. And stamina, wow! He can go on and on forever sometimes. I've seriously thought about agreeing to live with him because it would be non-stop fantastic sex always. But I know I'd cheat on him, probably keep at least one of the married guys just for something different from time to time.

But what I started to do was tell about my first time. That super experience that set me up for this debauched life of mine that I really, truly love. Most girls would be jealous of me if they knew my life.

My parents and I and two younger brothers lived in an apartment in Los Angeles. A nice apartment complex with a pool and laundry facilities. My Dad and Mom both worked. We weren't rich but we got along fine. When I was sixteen a new guy showed up. He moved into a one-bedroom apartment (ours was three) and he started teaching at the high school that I attended. He was a hunk. Every girl at school drooled over him. I'm not sure but he was just out of college so he was probably something like twenty-two. 

In the apartment complex he quickly became well known by most everyone. He seemed to have a different girl every night. I heard my mother and another mother, a friend of hers she met doing laundry, talking and the other lady was saying "This one last night, a real screamer." Apparently the new guy, Jack, lived next door to her. Jack's schedule was early to bed and early to rise. I think he worked out in a gym. So, the sex noises always ended early enough so the neighbor found it intriguing instead of annoying. I guess his girls went home, didn't spend the night. Anyway, everyone knew of the Don Juan in our complex. Sometimes, on a week end, he'd come to the pool with one of his friends. I saw them. They were always beautiful. They all looked like models.

Another time, the same lady was talking to Mom. She said, "That Jack must be something. Every girl he has in there lets the world know she's having a really big one. I can remember those terrific orgasms. don't you Sophie?"

My Mom smiled . "Oh, yeah ," she said. "They still happen every once in a while, when all the kids are out somewhere and Lou and I are alone."

I'm sixteen. I think about sex a lot. Maybe I inherited it. I look it up on the computer. I talk with other girls. I don't know everything but I know what Jack is doing with those girls. To me, he was an ideal. He obviously knew all about sex and, since his girls were always very top quality, he must be really good at it. Why else would they choose him when they obviously could choose anyone they wanted. Nobody would turn down girls like that. So, I made sure that I ran into him often. Introduced myself. To him, I'm Nancy and to me, he's Jack. I would look in the mirror and try to figure out if I was as attractive as some of his girls. To be honest, I just about measured up. My tits weren't yet where they are now but they were definitely there. I had a small waist, strong butt, good legs. So I did all right with my body. And I worked at it to make sure it only got better. I'm not sure about my face. Blond and blue-eyed, which is fine. Sun bleached blond like a Southern California beach girl. Which I guess I was. Nice enough looking but more girl next door, I thought, rather than high style. 

After maybe eight months, I saw him relaxing at the pool and got up my nerve to ask him about all those girls. "Jack," I said, "On a teacher's salary, how do you manage to entertain all those beautiful girls I see you with?" 

He gave me a shit-eating grin. "Nancy, they all have more money than me. I don't spend any money on them. There are other ways to entertain them, to leave them liking me and wanting to be with me." And then I asked a couple things that I don't even remember now but I never got much of anything more out of him. By then, he knew that I went to school where he taught, that even got mentioned once or twice.

At the start of my senior year, I was seventeen and I was so horny I could hardly stand it. I was masturbating a lot. Guys at school made passes at me. I knew I could have sex with any of them. I don't know why I didn't. I think it was because I knew none of them would be as good as Jack. Why settle for hamburger when you can have prime rib? So, one day, still early enough that only he and I were at the pool, I talked to him again. I'm in as revealing a bikini as I could get my Mom to buy for me.

"Jack, I want to have sex with you," I just bluntly told him after we'd both gone through "HI Nancy" and "Hi Jack."

"What?" he almost blurted out and sat up a little more on the lunge.

"I want to have sex with you. I've never done it and I want my first to be really great and I just know you're really good at it."

He just looked at me a moment. I could see his eyes, he was looking at my body. "Nancy, you're beautiful. Your body is a real killer. I'm sure sex with you would be very, very enjoyable. For both of us. But I can't. I'm a teacher, you're a student. I'd end up in jail."

"But you're not my teacher. I'm not in any of your classes."

"True but it would still be the same. And you're under age, you're not eighteen yet. I'd not only go to jail but I'd go for a long time. As good as it might be, I just can't."

I spent the rest of the school year trying to reveal my body to him, make him want me. I mean, he said I had a killer body. At the pool, I'd climb out right in front of where he's sitting and let my tits fall out and then looking at him, get them back in the bra. I'd lay on a lounge facing him so only he could see and I'd pull my bikini bottom to the side so he could see my pussy lips. I'd just grin at him. At school, twice, I went into his classroom when I knew he had the next period off. I'd stop in the girl's room earlier and take of my panties, so I could just stand inside his door and lift my skirt, my mini skirt, and let him see my pussy, then turn and let him see my ass, then drop the skirt and go on to my next class.

I was so damn horny, I don't know now how I did it. But I lasted. I didn't give in to a number of boys that lusted after me. My first time was going to be with Jack. I graduated. A week later it was my eighteenth birthday. I went to Jack's apartment and rang the bell at around ten in the morning. He answered. He'd been out running, had on shorts and a tee shirt, no shoes or socks. "Hi, Nancy." he says but looks a little confused. I'd never come to his apartment before.

"Jack, I graduated. I'm not a student any more. I'm eighteen. I'm legal. I'm on the pill. I want to have sex with you. Now." and I stepped towards him, almost side stepped him, and got into his apartment. Well, it was everything I could ever have hoped for. I was there until about four in the afternoon. Six hours or so. 

He kissed me, held me. We both got naked. He laid me on his bed and kissed and felt all over my body. He kissed and licked and sucked on my tits. All the time he's telling me what a great body I have. Then he's down my body. But he doesn't just eat me right then. He drives me nuts because he's down one leg and up the other. He sucks my toes, kisses my thighs. By the time he gets his mouth to my pussy I'd already had an orgasm. Then I had two more. The biggest orgasms I'd ever had. So much more than anything I'd given myself up to then, I couldn't believe it. Even when I came, he didn't stop, he just kept licking and sucking on me. Then he finger fucked me as he licked and sucked on my clit until I orgasmed again. He tells me how delicious I am. Then he fucks me.

I was a virgin. So he not only pushes his way into my vagina, spreading it for the very first time, he broke my hymen and made me love it. He kept telling me it was going to happen and how great it felt inside me and how tight I was and the next thing I knew he was all the way in and while I felt the pain I felt so much more than I almost didn't notice it. Then we took a shower together.

I was in heaven. I was no longer a virgin. I'd had three or maybe four orgasms. It was like they never stopped. And now he's feeling every bit of my body as he washes me. He lifts my leg so he can lick me some more as he washes me. Then he has me wash him. Bare hands and a bar of soap. My first actual contact with a naked male body. I got even more horny as I felt him all over. He kept touching my body and telling me how beautiful I was and how desirable I was and I kept feeling him. And then I'm at his cock and it's fully hard and sort of dark and the head is darker yet, maybe maroon or something like that.

"Kiss it" he says, "feel it," taste it," and I do. And I've been in love with cocks ever since. I licked it and kissed it and got the head in my mouth and licked it. He shoved more into my mouth. He sort of fucked my mouth. I loved it. Then he picks me up and pushes me against the wall and lifts my legs until I'm wrapped around him and he shoves it up into me and fucks me again, pinned against the tiles on the wall while the water ran down on us. I'm sure the neighbor lady heard lots of screams that morning and afternoon. He rammed into me full force, hard. It was just glorious. I think I was out of my mind for awhile. I came again and he kept fucking me, pounding into me, I came again and then he did, too. Then we washed each other again. I actually sucked on his cock again, even though it wasn't hard any more.

We ended up back on his bed and started over. Gently. Softly. He kissed me. Everywhere. He tasted me. Everywhere. He told me how beautiful I was and how much he wanted me. So I told him how much I wanted him. And I kissed him and tasted him. We ended up in what I knew even then was a sixty-nine. I came again and he didn't. He fucked me again. We finally both came. Then we lay there and kissed and held one another and felt one another. Then he suggested we have a sandwich. We both stayed naked. We walked around and he fixed sandwiches. We both had a coke. And we were naked. It was the sexiest time of all, to just live around him and be naked.

Then he sat me on the table and ate me again. As good as guys since have been, I'll never forget that first day when he ate me over and over. And then I blew him. He gave me instructions. I played with his sack, sucked his balls, licked his cock, sucked his cock while I masturbated the base of it, swallowed everything he gave me. Every time since when I've sucked a cock, I've remembered that first real blow job and my first load of cum. I think I relive that first time every time now.

We later held one another and felt one another and finally fucked again and then it was over and I went home and later my family had a small party. But sex with Jack was my real eighteenth birthday gift. I've never been the same since. We've fucked often since. I became another of his beautiful girls for a while. I never expected any more and if I had, I'd be disappointed. So, in a way, I've become a female Jack, with my gorgeous guys. I don't know whether he'll ever change or if I ever will. Can I still be doing this fifty years from now. Sixty? I guess I'll find out.



Can You Hear Me?



Writers Note: As emphatically requested (and many thanks to all those who expressed such desires), here is chapter two in Don't Think, Breath... the story of Jack and Abbey. I hope it's as enjoyed as the first apparently was.

I was losing my mind. It was an undeniable fact.

Perhaps, but isn't it a lovely way to go?

*

I heard Abbey's voice clearly in my mind, and it just further proved the point. It had been a week since we'd seen each other, a week since that incredible night that had completely redefined passion. I smiled as I remembered Abbey's reaction to that bold statement, which I'd made just before the sun began to rise, a week ago.

"So do you mean redefined for you and I, or does one of us need to call Webster's and give them a play by play?

That smart-assed retort had earned her a swift swat on her delectable backside, which she'd exposed as she reached for a glass of water on the night stand. And that playful spank had led to another round of torrential passion flooding the room. We'd made love so many times that night, some of the moments just blended together in my mind. Sometimes we'd just held each other and kissed tenderly for a long time, other times we had been like wild animals, reacting on nothing but basic primal instincts. A few hours after we'd first abandoned the car - where the action had begun - we made love for over an hour, just touching tasting and exploring. Remembering that interchange made it hard to breath, and I'd begun to avoid thinking of that scene, as I had replayed events in my mind over the last week.

It was a fortunate thing that we'd met on a Friday night, because neither of us would've been in any condition to go to work the next morning. We slept late, giving into exhaustion in the wee hours. When I'd finally woken up, it was some time in the afternoon, and I was devastated to see Abbey standing in the bathroom doorway, buttoning up a clean blouse, that was definitely not intended for lounging around bed in. I think I'd have been fine if she'd just had on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, because I could've convinced myself she was just running out to get some lunch, or about to suggest we take a walk to remove the sleep from our eyes, before coming home for another session of exploration. But the professional attire said darker things were at foot. She'd laughed, reading my mind so easily, and I'd begun to realize that I was consciously collecting my scattered thoughts into coherent sentences, to make it easier for her. This thought made her smile brightly.

"I wondered when you'd notice you were doing that. "

She'd been called into work; some kind of problem, that turned out to be a thorn in our sides for days. This work emergency had kept her busy all Saturday, and much of Sunday. We talked on the phone several times throughout the weekend, but she was so exhausted Sunday night, I couldn't bring myself to request an invitation. While having that conversation, I had almost expected her to suddenly realize I was just being self sacrificing, and insist I come over. And that's when I fully realized that proximity mattered, when it came to her remarkable ability to see inside people's heads. When I inquired during a lunch phone conversation (neither of us had corresponding breaks in our meetings that week, which would've allowed us to meet for a meal, or better yet a matinee), she said that she had never tried to listen to someone more than a few feet away.

That had also led her to reveal something I'd wondered about the first night we met. When I'd been coming out of the bar, dedicated to the idea of not letting her run away when she'd accidentally revealed her hidden talent, she had heard every thought I'd had since she left her seat and headed out the door. That was why she had been standing at her car, trying to convince herself to stay, when her every instinct told her to leave and desperately hope I'd just forget her delivering the last line in a movie clip that had been playing in my mind. But my determination to stop her, made her stay. And did I thank every star in the heaven for that bit of luck. She'd never heard someone who was so far away from her, in physical proximity, until that night. She hadn't really ever tried. But somehow the connection we'd formed kept her mind locked on mine, even when I was a good 20 feet from her, and inside a building.

So the week had proceeded by, with one disaster after another keeping us apart. She was taking an evening class, two nights a week, trying to learn Spanish. She admitted that she'd just gotten so used to being able to hear what people thought, that it was frustrating when they were thinking in a language she didn't understand. So she'd decided to start learning some new languages, and Spanish seemed the most realistic starting point. It had seemed that we were finally going to have some time to spend together, as both our schedules were clear on Wednesday night, but a pipe burst at my sister's place, had me helping her with cleanup and hosting a family sleep over that night. My roommate had, at least, been a real sport about it. Knowing that my sister had no other family in the area, he'd graciously spent the night at his parent's house, giving up his bed to the 3 year old twins Chris and Sophie, while my sister had taken my room. Fortunately my couch was fairly comfortable. I had considered just telling my sister that I would spend the night at a "friend's" place, so they weren't so crowded in my tiny apartment. But she'd been so frustrated by the days events, that I couldn't bear to leave her alone with the toddlers. I spent most of the evening entertaining them, while she made calls to get the house cleaned up.

When I talked to Abbey that night, before we went to sleep, she'd been impressed by my consideration with my sister. I counted that at least in my favor, though I was beginning to come apart even then. That night, as I drifted off to sleep, was the first time I'd heard Abbey in my head. The first time it was just her laugh, a lovely little wind chime sound, which I heard while recalling the same movie line that had revealed her secret the other night. But that sound was enough. All night it had been one feverish dream after another. Abbey, naked in all her glory, lying beneath me on a bed of cream colored satin sheets, as I stroked every inch of her body; Abbey, in a sexy teddy, greeting me at the door after a long day at work; Abbey in a long t-shirt, rummaging through the refrigerator in the middle of the night, while I slid up behind her to distract one of her hungers with another.

When I woke up the next morning, I heard her voice again. This time she was snickering and playful.

"Wow Jack, with dreams like those, who needs reality?"

It happened over and over again on Thursday, and I debated mentioning it to Abbey, when we once again shared a quick conversation during lunch breaks. But I kept it to myself. There was a certain satisfaction in her not knowing what was going on my mind, though it wasn't nearly worth how long it had been since I'd been able to touch her. I wondered if she was as frustrated as I was, aching for the moment we could taste each others lips once again. We talked about it casually throughout the week, that it seemed the stars were plotting against us, the fates trying to keep us apart. But we never let the conversations get too heavy. Deep down though, I knew we were both doing it intentionally, storing up all the emotions and desires we had, to only be released when we were face to face.

All day Friday, I was antsy and anxious. I'm quite sure a few coworkers were wondering if I was on something. We hadn't even been able to talk at lunch, her day wall to wall with meetings. But she'd left me a quick voicemail, later in the afternoon, telling me she was having a similar affect on her secretary. I ducked out of work 20 minutes early and headed straight home, to grab a quick shower and change into something slightly more casual. I'd suggested a semi-fancy restaurant, but she'd counter-offered with a local diner just a few blocks from her house. When I considered that meant we were only a few blocks from her bed, I decided her plan was far better. It also meant real food, which was great, since I'd been too anxious to eat much at lunch.

I was just heading out the door, when my cell phone rang. When I looked at the callerID, I lost my appetite. If Abbey was calling right now, the most likely reason was to cancel. I wasn't sure I could take the disappointment, if I was right. I considered, just for a moment, not answering. Maybe, if she at least had to come tell me in person... but I couldn't do that to her. And making her cancel to my voicemail was even crueler. I flipped open my phone.

"Hey, it's me."

"Hey you."

"You are never going to believe this."

I wanted to scream, but I tried to minimize how pathetic my voice sounded, as best I could, "No, please no. Whatever it is, it can't be that important. If it's work, tell them your cat died. Please!" Yes, I failed miserably, and I wasn't exactly surprised to hear Abbey laughing loudly. She finally caught her breath, but her voice was still full of mirth.

"Good grief baby, miss me that bad." All in all, it was the most flirtatious thing we'd said to each other since I'd held her against the bedroom wall, and slightly mussed her business attire, with a scalding kiss, after making her promise to call me as soon as she was done with the mess at work. The casual and intimate tone in her voice was so alluring; I was in no mood to feign indifference.

"Yes, I do. Seriously Abbey, whatever it is, can't it wait? I'm going out of my mind. I need to see you." She giggled quietly, and I could just picture her blushing.

"So you won't mind picking me up then? My car has a flat tire." I sighed so audibly, she was laughing again. "I guess I could've milked it a bit, made you sweat, but I remember how cute you are when you pout. And you're not the only one feeling a bit of withdrawal." Her voice was as smooth as silk when she finished.

Just like the first night we met, once I knew she was in my grasp, I lost all patience. My voice was gruff with need as I told her I'd be there in 15 minutes. I also added that she'd better be outside when I arrived, because if I got near her front door, I was taking her inside of it. She'd chuckled and made a kissing sound, before hanging up. I was already in the car when I got a picture from her on my phone. She'd obviously set the phone on a car parked by hers, on the street. The picture showed her leaning against her car, revealing one very deflated tire. It was captioned, "DID seeks KSA." I frowned at the message, trying to decode it.

I tried to focus on driving carefully and at a reasonable, if slightly elevated, speed. If I got into a car accident, I really would start believing we were under some kind of curse. The last thing I needed was to become a self fulfilling prophecy. I was still trying to decipher her message, when I pulled around the corner on her street. I saw her immediately, and was a little surprised to see her looking right at me. I parked behind her disabled vehicle. Her side was leaned against the driver's door, and she was grinning playfully at me, as I got out of the car and walked toward her. I leaned beside her, and sighed again.

Her grin widened, "Damsel in distress seeks knight in shining armor." Her suddenly incongruent comment surprised me, and once again her smile spoke of my missing an inside joke. Fortunately, she was always kind enough to explain the jokes to me afterward. "DID seeks KSA." I burst out laughing, and she quickly followed suit.

As we settled, I reached down and took her hand. "Hey damsel."

She pouted playfully, "About time, knight."

It took a moment for my conscious mind to register that I was kissing her. When it caught up, I realized that my instincts had taken charge again. She was pressed back against the car, and my hands were already tangled in her hair, but the only thing I was fully aware of, was the feeling of her lips against mine. It was like coming home after a long journey, and I could feel my muscles weaken in relief at the same moment hers did. Once again I felt the cliché play into my head. Had we really just melted in each others arms?

I immediately regretted the thought, when she started chuckling against my lips. I decided that, if she was going to let my thoughts drive this moment, I would be the one behind the wheel. I immediately replayed a scene in my head, of the first time I had entered her body. In my mind I was back in the drivers seat of my car, the seat pushed back to allow some maneuverability (and to make sure she didn't accidentally hit the car horn), while I felt her slide down onto me. I remembered the overpowering intensity of that moment, the way my heart was racing, how I'd wanted the moment to last forever.

I lost the thread of the memory as Abbey responded appropriately in my arms. The force of her kiss increased, and she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, before she jumped up. I'd felt the movement before, and I caught her easily, holding her firm ass while she wrapped her legs around me. It took every ounce of restraint I had, not to push her more firmly against the car, and grind my hips into hers. But fortunately, the fact that it was still a little daylight out, kept me from doing anything that might prompt a neighborly complaint.

I realized the mistake the moment I formed that thought. After a week, I'd somehow forgotten how Abbey loved to test my limits. She hitched herself higher on my hips, causing an incredible tingle to traverse my body, as she pressed herself more firmly against my already budding erection. I groaned into her mouth, and dug my fingers more aggressively into her backside, making her return my sound of satisfaction. The sound undid me more than her now gyrating hips. Now I did lean into her, holding her more forcefully against the car, fitting myself firmly between her thighs. The breath hissed out of her lips, as my mouth began a scalding path down her neck. I was just diving my tongue into the neckline of the sexy black satin blouse she was wearing, over her simple blue jeans, when the honk jolted us.

I kept my face pressed to her glorious breasts, while I let my heart stop racing. I wasn't sure what had made it jump the most, her hand tangling firmly in my hair, or the non-verbal condemnation from the passing driver. Abbey pressed her lips against the top of my head, "It's a toss up for me too."

I chuckled against her exposed flesh, and felt her shiver. After a moment, I finally stood up straight in front of her. We smiled at each other, and then rested our foreheads together. We stayed that was for a second, until I decided I was capable of driving again. Abbey was smiling at me, in her remarkably knowing way, when I pulled back to look at her.

Hi.

Her smile broadened. "Hi."

I missed you.

Her eyes seemed to glisten suddenly, "Me too."

Hungry?

She gave me a sweet smile, "I could eat." She stood on her toes, and kissed me. It was a small kiss, no real heat to it. It was the way a woman kisses her significant other when they leave for work in the morning, or while navigating around each other in the kitchen. It was familiar, intimate, sweet and simple. That kiss did more for my cardiovascular system than the car horn, or the escapades which prompted the driver to 'voice' his protest. As she had often done the first night we'd spent together, she didn't comment on the words and images floating in my head. Instead, she just leaned her head on my chest, tightening her arms around me, and sighed.

Sitting across from Abbey, in the diner, was as wonderful and tortured an experience as any I can imagine. It was so good to just see her face again, and not just the blurry image in my mind. It was amazing to listen to her real voice, not just the approximation my mind had concocted. And touching her...

When the waitress came over to take our order, we were sitting on opposite sides of the booth, being good. As she walked away we talked casually, neither of us mentioning the occasional flashes in my mind, of taking off the silky top and roaming my hands over her body. I wondered, at one point, if she was having the same unintentional lapses in concentration. A sweet giggle was all I got as a response to that thought.

After the waitress brought our food, I decided to be a little bold. I also thought it might be a good opportunity for a test I'd occasionally mulled over, during our week of separation. I focused very carefully on the words of a book passage I knew well, saying each word in my mind. It took about a minute for Abbey to look up at me curiously, obviously not understanding why this particular passage was currently in my thoughts. It definitely bore no connection to any previous thoughts she'd been picking up. But it was just enough time for me to get my shoe off. She was definitely surprised when she felt my foot slide up the leg of her jeans, tickling the back of her calf.

I silently cheered myself, and she cast me a wary glance. "Misdirection. Impressive. "She smiled, and I quickly pictured my hand replacing my foot, traveling all the way up the back of her calf, continuing onto her thigh. Her eyes darkened considerably, and her eyes fluttered closed for a moment. That's when the torture really began, though in retrospect, I have no one to blame but myself.

The way her eyes darkened, as I imagined touching her, pushed me to see just how far I could push her. I forgot about my meal, and even the people in the diner, who might just be beginning to notice the flushing of her skin. I closed my mind and focused on the memory of her skin. In my mind, she was sitting on her kitchen counter, as she had during one snack run the previous weekend. I could see her, wearing nothing but my hastily thrown on button up shirt, and a pair of silk pajama shorts. I continued to move one hand up her thigh, pulling myself forward a step, to kiss her. She wrapped one leg around my legs, pulling me even closer. My other hand was tangled in her hair, forcing her head back as I devoured her mouth.

I heard Abbey gasp, and my concentration broke. I opened my eyes to look at her. Her head was down, but I could see that she'd closed her eyes too. Her breathing was shallow, and she was shaking ever so slightly. She looked up to meet my eyes. Her look was slightly accusatory, but decidedly not angry or upset. She was mostly amused at my reaction to her reaction.

I had wondered just how powerful this was, the way I was able to use her ability to put images in her mind. I had wondered just how much I could do to her, with just my mind. Her eyes narrowed.

So?

She turned her head slightly, gave me a saucy grin, and lowered her voice a little. "Are you asking me if anyone's ever tried mind-fucking me?"

The look on her face, dared me to truly feign shock at her statement, and after a moment had me imagining actual steam coming out of my pants. Abbey laughed loudly, causing more than a few heads to turn in amusement and curiosity. It was the first time I really noticed, how oblivious she was to the way people reacted around her. She seemed to not even see the smiles of the strangers observing us, or how her infectious laughter had actually seemed to brighten the energy in the room. As my eyes scanned faces, which quickly turned back to their meals/companions, I wondered how she couldn't notice them. How was she not aware of just how she affected the world around her, how she made it a little sunnier. I shook my head in amused wonderment, and more than a little pride, that so amazing a creature was with...

A woman across the room from us, another person drawn to watch Abbey's mirth, frowned in concern. It took only a moment to realize what I'd done, and I jerked my head around to meet Abbey's wide eyes. She looked down immediately, her breathing shallow and fast. I cursed in my own head, and saw Abbey wince a couple of times, at words I'd particularly enunciated.




Can You Hear Me?



"I'm sorry." I hoped she knew that I was apologizing for more than just the cursing. Then I imagined slapping myself really hard, for even being stupid enough to form that thought as a hope. She snickered sardonically.

"Do you realize; that's the first thing you've said out loud to me, since you picked me up?"

I felt a knot tighten in my chest, "I didn't. I'm sorry; I guess I let it become a habit. I'll try not to do that so much."

When she looked up at me, I can fortunately say my mind went blank for a moment. In that moment, I finally saw Abbey at her core. I remember the sad look in her eyes that night in the parking lot, and the depths of past pain, that swam there. I finally began to understand just how seriously she had been shaken by the intimacy of sharing her secret. I could see the way she was torn, between fear that the knowledge would doom any future we might have, and hope that she could finally be honest and up front about everything, and share herself completely. And perhaps even something more - a fear that, if someone got to see who she truly was, that sight would drive them away.

I was stuck. I knew I had to touch her, to sooth her, to show her I was here with her. But I was also terrified of touching her here. The urge was so strong, and so powerful, I wasn't sure I could stop myself with a single touch. I made a decision quickly.

I closed my eyes, and I heard Abbey whimper, as if to beg me not to proceed. But I wouldn't be deterred. I focused with every thread of imagination and memory that I had. I pictured Abbey standing at the rail, on her back porch. I tried to perfectly recapture that image, as she had been late last Friday night. We'd gone into the kitchen for the first time, and she had shown me where to find some glasses and a half bottle of wine in the fridge. While I was getting some snacks, she had wandered off. She hadn't bothered to dress that time, but she had wrapped herself a sheet around her, like a sleeveless gown, in case any neighbors were up late for some reason. I stood at the sliding glass window, and stared at her, as she stared into the night sky, and breathed the sweet spring air. It had rained a little bit, since we'd gotten back to her place, though neither of us had noticed. But it created a wonderful aroma in the air. It was heady, too cool to be sultry, but just warm enough to be strong and crisp. I had set the items I'd pilfered from the fridge, on the coffee table. I walked up behind her, sliding my arms around her waste, and molding her back against me. She'd sighed, leaning her head back to nestle beneath my chin.

She slid one hand over the ones joined at her waist, and extended the other gracefully, gesturing to the nearly full moon. "Isn't it beautiful?"

My eyes slid down her hand, along her arm, to her shoulder and finally her neck. I leaned in and whispered against her skin, "Lovely."

Abbey's extended hand came down, to rest with her other, just as my lips began to trace the edge of her shoulder. She groaned quietly, leaning her head back. I took the advantage of her neck being more easily accessible, first planting small wet kisses along the graceful arch. As I heard her breathing speed up, I pulled her more tightly back against me, and fastened my lips on her neck, sucking lightly on her skin. I felt her hips wiggle back against me, as she gasped. I pushed her forward slightly, pressing her between myself and the rail, and forcing her hips even more firmly against mine. One of my hands slid up the soft sheet, until it reached her hair. I wound my fingers in the soft bright curls, and pulled her head to the other side, devouring the thus far untouched side of her neck and shoulders. She moved her hips up and down now, stroking my growing erection with her voluptuous ass, forcing a sharp growl from my throat.

Abbey's put her hand on top of mine, on the restaurant table, and snapped me from my reverie. I quickly realized how absorbed I had been in the memory, when I noticed that her breathing was so erratic, that it should've caught my attention before now. I opened my eyes, to stare directly into hers. Her pupils were huge, and most of the soft grey iris was hidden by the dilation. Her look was one of pure and complete hunger, and it sent my own breathing into uneven spurts. I thought about trying to look contrite, but figured I'd never pull it off. Her eyes closed briefly, and she chuckled ironically.

When Abbey looked up at me again, she had a resolute look on her face. As she opened her mouth to speak, I found myself wondering intently what she would say, but she turned away and addressed the waitress at the counter, "Miss?"

The waitress came over to the table almost immediately, wearing a smile that I found hilarious, in that it suggested Abbey's mind was the one being read for a change. I saw a quick grin flash on Abbey's face, and her eyes flickered briefly to me in confirmation. She explained to the waitress - not bothering to come up with a clever little fib - that we'd both realized we weren't so hungry at the moment, and could she bring some to-go containers, so we could eat our meal later. The waitress definitely sensed my nervous energy, as I cheered in my head, that dinner would be postponed. She quickly scurried off, but returned only seconds later, with the check and the containers. Abbey reached for the check, and I cleared my throat.

What do you think you're doing?

She gave me an innocent and daring look, "You paid for all the drinks last Friday. I think the least I can do is pick up dinner." She put her hand on the little portfolio, which seemed out of place in such a simple diner.

Point taken; now get your hand off of that check.

Abbey stared at me, obviously expecting me to back down. I raised an eyebrow, and kept my mind as clear and free of comment as possible. After we'd both held each others gaze for almost 30 seconds, I started to close my eyes, but reopened them as Abbey pulled her hand back with lightening speed. I laughed, she glowered, and then she started putting our food in the containers, while I slid the portfolio toward me and pulled out my wallet.

Once we were ready to leave, and I'd left the bill money and a sizable tip - mostly to thank the waitress for helping us to affect an escape so quickly - we stood to leave. I put my hand at the small of Abbey's back, but I was careful not to touch her more than that. My control was on a thin wire at this point, and I decided to be very careful. Abbey apparently had the same inclination. We left the diner, and outside I opened the car door for her. When we'd left her house the first time, she had slid her hand over mine, on the door frame. This time she was very careful not to touch me.

I silently drove the few blocks to Abbey's house, and pulled into the driveway. Abbey had also held her tongue, and didn't even talk when we got to her house. She simply got out of the car and headed for the front door, pulling her keys out as she walked. I followed her, watching the sway of her hips, and saw her pause momentarily, before she continued. I wondered for a moment why she stopped, until she kicked one hip sharply to the side, and looked at me over her shoulder, with a stare that only had one thing to say, "If you hurry up, you can do more than look at them." Before I could react, she turned back and walked up to the door. She swiftly unlocked it, depositing the keys in her purse before reaching to open the door. I beat her to the handle, and swung it open sharply as I spun her around, wrapped one hand in her hair, planted my lips firmly on hers, and pushed her backwards through the door.

As soon as we were inside, I shoved the door closed with my foot, took another couple of steps forward, and pinned her against the doorframe of the entry way. The faint hold we were keeping over our bodies was let go. Within seconds we were peeling off each others clothing, our hands roaming over every new part of exposed flesh. After I'd quickly unbuttoned and removed her blouse, I started pulling off the tank top beneath it. As soon as Abbey's hands were free, they went to work on the buttons on my jeans. When they were all undone, she slid her hand inside, and I gasped against the swell of her magnificent breasts, where my lips had traveled. Without removing my pants, she began to stroke my already straining erection. Suddenly I was desperate. I had to get the rest of her clothes off. I had to touch her body completely, every inch. I reached behind her, and bent one hook on her bra as I wrenched the clasp open.

Her breathing became even more ragged, and I knew she could hear my thoughts clearly, as she allowed me to pull her hand away and yanked the bra from her arms. Just as fast, I had her jeans off, and I was pushing them and her panties to the floor with my foot. She pushed mine down over my hips, and as soon as my aching cock sprung free, she quickly trapped it between our bodies, warming it with the heat emanating from us. When our pants were discarded, I felt her go onto her tip toes, inviting me to lift her, so she could wrap her arms around my waist. I took another tack.

I held her tight to the wall, and began kissing my way down her body. I didn't take my time, knowing that the anticipation of what I was doing would be blown, by my easily read intentions. I needed to do more than touch her, I needed to feel her body tense in pleasure, hear her raspy and excited breathing, see the goose bumps on her stomach... and I needed to taste her. I dropped to one knee, slung one of her legs over my shoulder, and attacked. I dipped my tongue into every crevice I could find, holding her hips rigidly against me, as I explore her wet and eager pussy. I could barely hear anything above my own breathing, but every few seconds another gasp or groan would penetrate, and I would devour her even more intently. When I felt her other knee began to give a little bit, I knew I had to rethink our location.

I stood so fast, my head spun for a second. Abbey was leaning heavily against the wall, obviously stunned by the sudden loss of contact. I didn't give her a chance to ask the reason behind it. I swung her into my arms, causing a shocked exclamation from her, hooked my jeans with a free pinky finger, and headed into the living room. The bed, and the stairs required to access it, was definitely not a feasible alternative just now. In the living room, I matter-of-factly put her down on the sofa, knelt in front of her, put both of her knees over my shoulders, and pulled her hips forward. This forced her to lean more significantly against the back of the couch, which was exactly my intent. I continued my onslaught from the entryway.

Abbey's hand was quickly in my hair, and her hips were wiggling beneath my attentions. I moved my tongue to dash back and forth over her firm clit, and she cried out. I continued to drive her wild with this movement, as I slid two fingers inside of her dripping pussy. I pushed them as far inside of her as I could, the pulled them back, and returned them with a fair amount of force.

"Oh fuck! Jack!" I knew that sound in her voice, and it moved me more swiftly. I began sucking hard on her clit and pumping my fingers firmly in and out of her body as I felt the pressure building in her, all her muscles tensing in unison. I told myself to slow down, to take my time, that it was still early and we had the whole night. But my body wouldn't listen. There would be time for slow, later. Right now, I needed two things. I needed to feel Abbey's body explode, and then I needed to explode with her. I spend up my fingers and Abbey started to breathing in loud gasping sounds. She bucked her hips, and I fastened my lips on her clit and sucked as hard as I could. First there was sudden silence, as Abbey stopped breathing momentarily, and then there was a throaty scream as I felt her pussy clamp down on my fingers, and pulse around them. I didn't let up. I kept my ministrations going as long as I could, until I finally felt my hand freed by the violent bucking up of her hips.

While the ripples in her body pulsed on, I quickly grabbed the condom in my jeans pocket, discarded on the floor beside me, and surreptitiously opened and donned it, never removing my roaming lips from her sweet flowing juices. I timed it carefully, hoping Abbey was too taken away by the sensations in her body, to know my next move.

As soon as Abbey's climax began to subside, I pulled my mouth away, shifted my body up, and plunged into her. She screamed again, and threw her head back in supplication. I took the offer. I pulled her hips further forward on the couch, and drove into her even harder, going as deep as I could inside her sweet entrance. Again I tried to tell myself to slow down, to take my time, and again my body wouldn't listen. I was lost in her, in the feeling of her body, in the sounds of her reactions to each thrust of my hips, in the sounds I realized were coming from my own lips. I was adrift in her, and she seemed to have no desire to scale back the violence of our union.

I shifted up slightly, raising her hips with me, to gain better leverage. She reacted instinctively, repositioning herself to allow me even easier access. I growled in possession and victory, and began pounding into her with such force, the part of my brain that was still functional, was wondering if I was hurting her. The sounds she made were so guttural, it was hard to gauge, but there was no plea for tenderness. The tension I had created at the diner was erupting, and we were both lost to its explosive forces.

I pushed harder, deeper, faster, and she met each thrust with her own, begging for just a little more of me inside her. I gave her everything I had, pulling her legs slightly more apart, to fit as tightly against her body as I could. When she cried my name again, I knew that what I had really craved earlier was finally coming to me. I needed to feel that incredible sensation again, of being buried in her heat as her pussy exploded. I sped up even further, hearing Abbey cry out with each thrust. She looked straight into my eyes, and now they looked pitch black. Her eyes were entranced, lost in desire, and it drove me into even more wild and erratic movement. I pounded into her as hard as I could, at one point feeling the couch inch back ever so slightly, on the short rug beneath it. I heard Abbey's breathing stop again, and then she screamed so loudly I should've been worried what the neighbors could hear. I couldn't think enough to wonder, as I felt the surge ripple through her body, and felt her pussy tighten almost painfully on my throbbing cock.

Instead of slowing down to let her ride it out, I kept up the intensity of my movements, making her cry out again and again. For several minutes I continued to slam into her, and Abbey's orgasm's continued to rack her body. She alternated between low moans and sharp screams as she rode it on and on. Finally, I felt one incredibly violent wave pour over her body, and my cock erupted inside of her, shaking me to my core. My heart seemed to stop for a second, then beat erratically as I pulsed again and again inside of her, each pulse sending another shiver through Abbey's body. I grabbed her hand and yanked her up to me, our lips fastening together and our arms holding each other tightly, as we rode each crest.

After a few minutes, the tide seemed to recede, and we were both shaking slightly, clinging to each other, our breaths suggesting we'd just run one hell of a marathon. Abbey's head settled against my shoulder, and I realized how cool the room was, as the sweat covering my body caused a slight chill. But I didn't move. I couldn't let go of her, and her determination seemed as strong. She was the one thing keeping my soul from simply leaping out of my body and going on a holiday, and I held to her like a life preserver in the sea. I heard her chuckle, and surmised her mind was clear enough to pick up on my internal analogy.

"And to answer your earlier question, since no one's ever known about what I can do, no one's ever tried to use it that way. And right now, I'm not sure if that's a good or a bad thing."

I chuckled back at her, "I don't think that's really the important question right now.

"And what is? She mused back.

"Will we ever be able to keep our hands off each other long enough to get to the bedroom first?"

She laughed, but sighed quietly, as I silently denied to myself, that it was ever likely to happen.



Can You Hear Me?



A Chance Encounter

It was summer vacation, and my parents had rented a cabin in the mountains. I was bored; there was no reception here, so I couldn't connect to the internet. Needless to say, using my cell phone was also out of the question. So, I'd started taking long walks.

The cabin was in a clearing, man-made of course, and surrounded by forest. My folks liked coming to places like this, to 'get away' from the 'hectic everyday life' they led in the city. I'd been dragged along, as I had been since I was born. I'd tried to get them to let me stay at home this time. Their argument pretty much came down to the fact that they didn't trust an 18 year old to stay alone for a month. They ignored the fact that I'm a straight A student, and that I've never gotten into any kind of trouble in my life. Geez, I'm on the school's chess team! I don't even date. Not because I'm ugly or anything, I've been told often enough that it's quite the contrary. I'm tall, just over 6' 1", and slim, and I work out regularly so I'm not a weakling, either. I have shoulder-length light brown hair, green eyes, and a small sprinkling of freckles over the bridge of my nose. 

Even though girls hit on me, I wasn't interested. I don't think I'm gay, since I don't really look at other guys that way either. I just... wasn't interested in anyone. Yeah, I still had urges, like any normal teenager, but my hand was my partner when it came to this. Hell, I didn't even fantasize when I jerked off. 

And it wasn't like I was going to be throwing some sort of wild party. I'm a friendly enough guy, but I don't have anyone I could call friend. I prefered being by myself. I read a lot, when I wasn't messing around on the computer.

You are very beautiful.

I startled. Had someone just spoken to me? As far as I knew, I was alone. I looked around me, at the trees lining the path I was walking down, at the brush on either side. I didn't see anyone. "Hello?" I kept my voice down, I don't know why. I guess I didn't want to appear foolish, if someone were there.

Can you actually hear me? My, this is an interesting turn of events.

Frowning, I peered into the foliage. 

*chuckle* You are as unobservant as you are attractive.

I spun around, looking behind me. No one. Bringing my hand up, I twacked my head a few times. I was hearing things. Wasn't that the first sign of dementia, or schizophrenia, or some other ~ia?

Oh, you are precious. Here, allow me to help.

There's a rustling right next to me. I swear, I'd looked there! The bush I'm standing by parts, and what appears to be a dog, no, a wolf, steps out. It was a freaking big wolf, too. It looked... amused. And somehow sad, too.

There, is that better?

I scrambled back, hands held in front of me. "Wh-what...? H-how...?" Eyes wide, I look around again, trying to find whoever is playing this tasteless practical joke on me. There's no one to be seen though, so I turn back to the wolf. "A-are you... talking to me?"

Do you see anyone else here? *chuckle* The wolf sits down and holds out a front paw. I believe this is how humans introduce themselves? I am called Aenwis. And what would your name be, my handsome lad?

It takes me a moment; I'm still not believing this, after all. But the 'voice' seemed to be in my head, and the wolf's actions reflected the words. I crouched down in front of the beast and gingerly took the proffered paw, ready to pull back at the first sign of aggression. "Ah... I... I'm Matthew. Matthew Reid. Or just Matt..." I release the paw quickly and stand once more, taking a step back. "Are you... actually talking to me? Wh-what are you? Well, I know you're a wolf, but... Wolves can't talk. Can they?"

*chuckle* Not regular wolves, no. Though to tell the truth, I am not in actuality a wolf. This is only the form I chose to take, for the time being.

"That... doesn't really answer the question. And how are you talking to me?" I was still wary, though I couldn't sense any aggression in the 'tone' of the 'voice'. 

Since this form is not suited to the complexities of the human languages, I am speaking directly into your mind. I find this mode of communication more honest. Words may lie, not so this way. You would be able to sense it were I telling an untruth. The wolf stands up once more and approaches me. I decide to stand my ground, to see what it wants. I'm fairly sure it's a male, by the touch of the 'voice'; it feels masculine. He sniffs me slowly, walking around me as he does so. I brace myself for a muzzle up my ass as canines are wont to do. But it doesn't happen. 

Your clothing dilutes your scent. Perhaps you would remove them? No? Ah, well perhaps later then. Come, please follow me, Matthew. There is something I wish to show you. He walks back into the brush, and I find myself following as instructed. It wasn't like he was exerting his will on me, I was curious, now. I've always believed that there was something more to this world, something we didn't see, because we'd blinded ourselves to it. Was I about to be proven right? Was that why I could see and hear Aenwis? So, I followed him. It wasn't like I had anything else to do, or anywhere to be, so why not follow a talking wolf into the woods? Well, it made sense at the time...

Why are you here, Matthew? Humans do not often go this deeply into the forest, at least not alone. Or unarmed. Yet, you carry no weapon, not even a blade. Aenwis turns his gaze to me as he walks. You are different. 

"I am?" Well, I'd always known that... I shrug and tell Aenwis about the cabin my parents had rented for the summer. "Guess I wouldn't really be doing that much, if I was back home. Probably taking long walks in the city, instead of the woods." I grin at the wolf, laughing softly. "I've never been afraid of the woods. It's almost like the forest welcomes me, you know? I've watched a mother cougar and her young, and she didn't even bat an eye at me, 'though I know she knew I was there." I smile, remembering. "I've even had deer walk right up to me and let me touch them..."

Have you? Very interesting. His 'voice' seems almost satisfied, and a touch excited.

Suddenly, Aenwis stops.

We are here. I look around. It doesn't really seem any different than the rest of the forest. We're standing next to a rocky outcropping with brush in front of it, but that's the only thing around here, apart from the trees, and we're overlooking a small glade. Look closer, Matthew. There's a tone of... anticipation? in the wolf's 'voice'. I do as told, and shake my head. "I'm sorry Aenwis, I don't see anything." Do not use your eyes, Matthew, use your... soul. Search within yourself and open your mind, then look again. It sounded silly, but I decided to humour my new acquaintance. I'd done some meditating in the past, and I used the techniques learned from that to 'go within myself'. It takes me a few moments since I hadn't done this in a long time, and there's a huge wolf standing next to me, but once I find myself centered, I open my eyes again. And gasp! The forest had changed, somehow. I can't really describe it, it was almost as if I had been seeing it in monochrome shades before, but now it was in full technicolour. This time I'm sure I feel excitement coming from Aenwis.

You cannot know how happy this makes me, Matthew! I'm barely paying attention to Aenwis' words, so captivated am I by this 'new' world surrounding me. Somewhere in your heritage, an ancestor must have lain with one of the Old Ones. Or perhaps several ancestors, considering how strong you are. While not common, it did occur, usually without the human's knowledge. But through the generations, the Old Blood gets diluted, and the humans forget. Now there is a touch of sadness in Aenwis' tone. The world has changed, and since we could not, we were left behind. Oh, we are still here, but we keep to ourselves now, those that have not gone into a deep sleep A few have attempted to follow the humans into their cities. For all we know, they are still there, but they have never returned. Humans no longer believe in us, and have lost their ability to see us, or to feel the energies of the natural world around them. Instead, they surround themselves with artificial structures, walk on artificial paths, breath air full of contaminants. He shakes his head, as if to rid himself of these thoughts, these memories, then turns to look at me. I am glad that at least one human can still see. To know that our blood, though thin, still shows.

"Are we in a... different world, or plane, or whatever right now?" I was mesmerized by the sheer beauty surrounding me. A butterfly flew by, and I nearly had to shade my eyes.

No, this is the same world, but now you see it for what it is, without the filters of your humanity clouding your brain. *chuckle* There is no such thing as an alternate plane. The world is the world. Once, humans saw it as you do now, but they have blinded themselves to it when they started to live *against* it, instead of *with* it.

Aenwis starts to walk again, down the slight incline to the clearing below. I follow him, still mostly overwhelmed by my surroundings. Once we reach the clearing, his form seems to shimmer, then fade. I can't look directly at him, it hurts my head as my eyes refuse to focus and my brain tries to make sense of something it can't. When I venture another look, Aenwis is gone. Or should I say, the wolf is gone. Instead, I'm facing what I can only describe as an... an elf, though it transcends that. Not the small Santa's Helpers type of elf, more like the ones in Tolkien's books. He's taller than me by several inches. He has long, steel-dark hair that flows down the length of his back. So slim was he that if he were human, he would have been considered emaciated, although no bones show through the skin and his abdomen isn't shrunk in. Not that anyone would ever confuse him for a human! His every limb appears just a touch longer than it should be: arms, legs, fingers, toes, neck. His face is also long, and narrow. Poking up from the sides of his head, through the silky hair, are delicately pointed ears. His skin is the colour of moonlight, and almost seemed to radiate from within. And his eyes! I felt like if I looked in them too long, I would drown. They held the reflection of a timeless soul, seen through the dark window of the pupils. The iris is the same steel-grey as his hair. He was, by far, the most beautiful being I had ever seen. He was also quite naked.

"Dude! Put some clothes on!"

The dark gray eyes regard me. "Why? This is my natural form, I do not wish to cover it." Aenwis' voice sounded the same out loud as it did in my head. "No other creature wears clothing. I am not human. I do not subscribe to the humans' ideology of modesty."

I fidget a bit, trying not to look directly at him. "It... it makes me uncomfortable..." I, for one, did subscribe to that ideology. I also found myself attracted to Aenwis in a way I'd never been to anyone else before. I was glad I was wearing pants, right now.

"Is it that you find this form unattractive?" The arched eyebrows formed a frown. "I can go back to being a wolf, if you wish." Aenwis started to lean forward and his body shimmered. That wasn't what I wanted! 

"No! No, please. I... I'm sorry. I..." Aenwis stops himself at my words, and gracefully slips into a sitting position instead, legs crossed. That really doesn't help my situation... "You're gorgeous, Aenwis. And... Well... it's kinda sorta giving me a hard-on..." The last was said softly, barely audibly.

He smiled at me, having heard the muttered words perfectly, it seems. "And this is what is making you uncomfortable? Then remove your clothing. You will not be as constricted that way." He said this as if it were the most natural thing. Well, I guess for him it was. He must have sensed my embarrassment. "Ah, you are young, and have not yet learned to control your body. And you are afflicted with blinders... But you find me attractive, as I do you. Is there shame in this?" He seemed to really be trying to get his head around this. He musn't have talked to a human for a while... I kinda felt sorry for him, and then realized that who I should feel sorry for was myself. I gritted my teeth and shuffled for a bit and then I took my shirt off. And then my shoes, and my socks. And my pants. But I just couldn't bring myself to take off my underwear. I busied myself folding my clothes and piling them neatly on a rock, but that took barely any time. I could feel Aenwis' eyes on me, and I flushed. The loose boxers did nothing to hide my affliction.

"If you fear being seen by anyone, rest assured that there is no one for leagues. And I will do nothing to harm you, Matthew." No one around, except Aenwis. And I obviously wanted him. A thrill ran through me. And then a thought occurred to me; was he who I'd been waiting for? Why I wasn't attracted to anyone else? 

There was the faintest shifting in the air around me, and the next thing I knew, Aenwis' arms were around me. I couldn't help the moan that escaped me. He was so warm! Some sort of energy flowed through him, and through me. It felt... right. "Aenwis..." He lowered his head and was breathing in my scent.  I need you. I moaned again. This was going too fast. Wasn't it? Did I really care? My whole body was alive with lust for the first time. Aenwis' mouth traveled up my neck to my jaw, sending shivers through me. I have waited a long time for you, Matthew. So long... I realized he was trembling. Or was that me? I tilted my head to the side, baring my neck to him, my throat. I've been waiting for you, too... I don't know how I did it, instinct maybe? As soon as my mind touched his, when I 'spoke' those words to him, I was filled with a sense of home. The need for words became redundant after that. Our minds linked together, and I knew him, had always known him, and I loved him. It was the same for Aenwis. There were no lies. And there was no shame...

But there was need.

He lowered me to the ground, and I removed my underwear, throwing it to the side. We touched each other for the longest time, letting our bodies familiarize themselves just as our minds had. My hands, my fingers, caressed his smooth glowing skin, his silken hair. He did the same to me. Aenwis bade me to lay still, and he proceeded to taste every inch of me. He took his time, his mouth traveling slowly over my face, then my torso. When he suckled on my nipples, my back arched and I found myself in the throes of orgasm. He seemed amused by this, but also pleased at my response to his touches. He continued on down my abdomen, licking up my spilled seed. He spent some time around my groin and inner thighs before moving to my balls. These he paid particular attention to, knowing exactly what to do to give me the most pleasure. Indeed, with our mind-link, I couldn't hide anything from him; knowing what we were each feeling, how every little touch affected us, was more than I had ever thought possible. He reacted to my pleasure with pleasure of his own. In this way, he brought on my second orgasm, experiencing it just as much as I did. Moving up once more, his tongue and mouth made short work of the results of my bliss.

We continued in this way for what seemed like both forever and not long enough. I lost count of how many times I came, my whole body now an erogenous zone, but still I was ready for more. Aenwis' mouth continued it's explorations, ending at my groin once again. This time, his soft lips caressed the shaft of my cock, sending shock waves through me. He wrapped them around the head and ran his tongue over the slit, lapping up the precum that seeped from it. My hands cupped the sides of his head gently, thumbs stroking his temples as he took more of me inside his mouth, down his throat. Though I came again several more times, my body was never drained of energy, Aenwis having shown me how to tap into the Earth's to replenish my own. I felt more alive than ever before. After another breathtaking orgasm, my lover lifted himself back up, releasing my cock with one last suck. He lay atop me and we kissed tenderly for a long while. 

As one, we switched positions. It was my turn to explore his body. I may have been a bit more hasty than Aenwis, not having the power of restraint he did, but still I tasted every part of him that I could, nuzzling and licking, suckling and mouthing. When he reached orgasm, my mouth would find the splatters of his seed on his soft skin and eagerly lap it up. I tried to copy the path he'd taken, and ended my travels at his own cock. A shudder ran through him, and through me, as I paid homage to it. I drank down his essence each time he came, his ambrosia filling me with more energy, replenishing me. 

With our wordless communication, he let me know what he desired, and I complied. I moved back on top of him and his long legs lifted to wrap around my waist, lifting his hips off the ground. I worried for a moment about causing him pain, but he assured me that I would not and that our bodies would provide what was needed. And indeed, as soon as the tip of my cock pushed against his entrance, I had another mild orgasm, the results of which provided enough slickness for me to slide into him without effort. Absently, I wondered how I could still be producing ejaculate after coming so many times. His answer was an amused chuckling thought, and a reassurance that all was fine.

I started to move slowly, sliding easily in and out of Aenwis. He leaned forward a touch and our mouths met once more. It felt like we'd fused into a single being, every sensation coursing through both our bodies simultaneously. I could feel my cock inside him, from his perspective, and it was wonderful! Even though I'd never done anything like this before, it allowed me to find exactly where it felt best, and to give us what we wanted and needed. For now, it was a gentle love-making. 

We continued in this way for what seemed like hours, though later Aenwis assured me it had been much, much less. The gentle pace allowed us to explore each other's minds. I could still feel sadness in Aenwis, a longing for something more. I didn't understand it but I tried to give him everything I could, reassuring him that I was here, and I would not leave him, that I needed him. This seemed to reassure him but did not banish the feelings entirely.

The orgasms we shared were no longer enough. Our needs grew, and our bodies responded. Our minds took a backseat to our lust and his legs tightened around me as I began to thrust harder and faster. Oh, the ecstasy! I could feel us building up to something massive and it drove me to further lengths. Our kissing became as hard and passionate as my thrusts and I clung to my lover's body for all I was worth. 

I'd thought I had experienced powerful orgasms before; I was wrong. We entered a state of ultimate bliss as the waves of pleasure coursed through both our bodies, linking us in an irrevocable way. I was his, and he was mine, and we were one.

When we came down, I found nirvana. The perfect balance of our minds and bodies after I'd emptied myself inside him for the final time brought about a peace the likes I had never felt before, even during my meditations. We relaxed against each other, not letting go, but no longer moving. I don't even know if I was breathing anymore.

Gradually, we came back to the world. The sounds of birds and insects were heard once more, the tickling of the grass against my skin, the stickiness of Aenwis' semen plastered across our abdomens. Our bodies disengaged slowly, as did our minds save for the barest of contact. I knew I would never be alone again, and it filled me with joy.




Can You Hear Me?



Aenwis brought me to a nearby stream so we could wash. I found myself parched, and drank from the sweet water for a long time, as did my lover. The Earth's energy had sustained us, but we still needed to replenish the loss of fluids. We then washed each other in the shallow stream, hands gliding over wet skin. These were comforting touches, and I didn't find myself aroused by them, though I relished them just as much as I had our previous, more carnal ones.

Once clean, we returned to the glade to lay in the sun to dry. The sun! It was halfway down in the summer sky. Not only had I missed lunch, but I was probably going to be late for supper too! A wave of sadness flowed over me as realization hit. "I can't go back, can I?" "No. They would not even see you, now". I felt tears filling my eyes, but they didn't overflow. 

"I am sorry, Matthew. Would I could change it, give you a few more years..." 

I turned and gave him a questioning look. He truly was sorry, though there was an intense longing in him, as well.

"For centuries, I have been alone. My soulmate had been taken from me when 'civilized' humans came to this land and killed him out of ignorance. Yes, we can die." I could feel the pain, the anger, at remembering this. "They were burning a section of the forest, to clear it for crops. He and I had been in a deep sleep, replenishing ourselves. When the flames encroached upon us it was too late. We woke in pain as our skin burned. And then we ran. I thought he was right behind me..." He blamed himself, and had carried that burden for hundreds of years.

"Lost in my own physical pain, I was unable to tell when he tripped. I kept running, trying to lead us to water. I heard him telling me to wait for him, so I slowed. And then... He was gone! GONE! The link shattered when he died, but not before I felt his life wrenched from him."

I gathered Aenwis into my arms, giving him what comfort I could as he relived these terrible moments. I didn't press him for more. Eventually, having regained control of himself, he continued.

"I would have walked back into the flames to join him in death, save for those last words. I knew then that he had meant for me to wait for him to return. 

"And so, carrying the guilt of his death within me, I waited for his soul to be reborn. Each time it was, I felt his presence in the world once more and I went to him. My people had long ago stopped procreating, thus our souls could only be reborn in a human that carried the Old Blood, which was thin already by that time. But the humans had shut us out, no longer believing. He could not see or hear me, and my beloved grew and aged and died before my eyes. Time and time again this happened, and the Blood continued to thin. 

"And then he was born once more." 

Aenwis turned to me then, eyes beseeching. He cupped my cheek with his elegant hand, stroking it with a long thumb.

"I have watched you from afar, as you grew, longing for you. But I was so afraid! I would not enter the city, but when your parents took you away from it during the summers, then I could get closer. You were such a beautiful child. I forced myself to wait until you were older, though I longed for you desperately by this point. Had you not acknowledged me this time, I truly think I would have taken my own life.

"But then you heard me. I could not wait any longer... I have missed you so much, my beloved Thalmi..."

This time, the tears did overflow. We were clinging to each other, crying with each other, as everything came back to me. I remembered. I remembered! "Aenwis! My Aenwis! I'm so sorry! All this time lost! Please forgive me, my darling. I never meant for it to take so long! Please, don't blame yourself anymore. It wasn't your fault!"

Our minds, our souls, joined once more. We shared all the past grief and pain, worked through it together, and finally put it to rest.

Once we'd recovered, we discussed our options. That we would stay together was a given. But where? The world was large, but the humans were encroaching on more and more of it every day. In the end, we decided to stay where we were, at least until we were forced to move on. 

Gradually, the Old Blood took over and with the help of the Earth's energy, my body transformed back into what it had once been. I've never looked back.

We spend our days living. We take joy in everything, now that we've found each other again. We're trying very hard to make up for all those lost years. Maybe, one day, we will have caught up. And then... Well, until it happens, I am enjoying every moment of being reunited with Aenwis. 



Can You Hear Me Now?



There was more activity on the stair well of the apartment building then there should have been at four o'clock in the morning even for a Saturday. Most of the residents were already in from their night out, and they tended to use the elevator that was finally operating, and this was the reason the isolated alcove was chosen for a new group activity. 

The three people in the stairwell were, ZiZi's the zaftig resident manager, Yumiko a young coed and resident and Richie the building's resident part time maintenance man who was also a university student. 

Four weeks earlier, Richie had inadvertently discovered the two women acting out erotic role-play and worked himself into the role of Master over ZiZi and Yumi who were now his willing servants. The lifestyle while new to Richie was intriguing and the empowerment gave him so much confidence it carried over into every part of his life.

At the moment he was in charge of a punitive detail. Standing on the fourth floor landing he checked over his shoulder; again sensing that he was being watched. 

He spoke to ZiZi down on the first floor through his Nextel device. 

"Send her up," He said softly. 

"Go," ZiZi relayed to Yumi.

In an instant Yumi bolted up the stairs taking two at a time, her long black ponytail moving rhythmically as she headed towards Richie.

Yumi's punishment was a take on the old-time coach's drill commonly called "stadiums"; the athlete is given a distance to run up and down the stadiums stairs in an allotted time and failure invoked a penalty. Needless to say it quickly captured your player's attention when that extra motivation was required. Even though Yumi jogged at least three times a week having to sprint up and down the course of the stairs was a butt kicker. 

ZiZi was hoping that Yumi tired soon so the penalty strokes would be numerous and the thought put a smile on her face as she lit another Marlboro and waited. 

As Yumi bounded up the stairs she saw movement in the small window of the second floor's fire door. She paused for a second to check who it might be momentarily forgetting her current situation. She thought about opening the door then realized her own dilemma and decided it would be better to just get to Richie. When a cell phone ring tone chirped behind her and she quickened her stride. 

Laura a bespectacled "Gothic Girl", was twenty five years old and lived in apartment 3A. She worked as a lab technician in a UPMC hospital; she fantasized that she was the spunky lab tech crime buster on CBS's NCIS. Her sense of style, funky eyeglass frames, dark purple hair style and the facial piercing drew the ire of many supervisors, which she handled with the passive aggressive defense she acquired early in live. 

After work she decided to stop by the apartment of the dreadlocked drummer who lived on the second floor to score some herbage. She ended up staying several hours smoking and drinking with him and some of other members of his band. She was feeling no pain when she headed home with blunts in hand for later.

Since they were close she headed for the back stairs, then she heard someone on the stairs, so she stopped to peek through the door's small window. She recognized her ZiZi even in the outfit she was wearing. 

The happenings in apartment 3B were known to her because the bedrooms of the each apartment shared a wall, and she heard a lot. She even told her best friend Janey about it. Janey laughed about it saying it had the makings of a realty show; they could call it "Two Japs and a Jock". Laura didn't like that title, but she would watch for sure. Laura figured something was afoot, so she watched to see what was going to happening. Shortly after ZiZi past, she observed Yumi sprinting down the stairs. Laura called Janey, but Janey's voice mail answered.

"Holy shit Janey, call me back, their at it again get your ass over here," Laura whispered into her Samsung Z150.

She started to become aroused at witnessing something she had only heard for weeks. She had been ducking down to hide the each time the girl ran by, but this time Yumi paused at the door. Laura's heart pounded in her chest expecting Yumi to open the door and discover her. Then her phone blew up with Janey's ring tone. 

Laura fumbled device trying to silence it and it clattered on the floor. By the time Laura had control of it she had missed the call. Laura text messaged a reply "Call you back, bye." and decided to get home before she started a shit storm with her neighbor.

Richie heard the squeaky echo of Yumi's black high top Chuck Taylor's coming up the stairs long before he could see her. When she came into view below him, he checked his watch and smiled because she was slowing down finally; or so it seemed. "Twenty eight seconds, your three seconds over. You're not too tired to finish you punishment are you?" He asked not really caring, if she was tired or not.

She was going to finish if she had to crawl up the stairs.

"I think I heard...someone...on the second floor!" Yumi gasped between before sucking air into her lungs with a deep breath through her nose. "Damn it I was afraid of that," Richie mumbled, and keyed his Nextel. "ZiZi come on up, Yumi thinks someone's on the second floor, check it out." 

"Okay." was her radioed in reply. 

Richie turned back to look at Yumi. She was bent over with her hands on her knees trying to catch her breath. 

"Stand up straight and face the wall," He ordered. 

Yumi quickly stood up straight and braced like a cadet, and faced the wall six inches from its cold surface. Richie checked her closely making sure her heels touched at the correct angle, and her fingers touched her bare thighs, in fact she was bare all over. Naked, except for her sneakers, the striped tube socks pulled to her knees, and a choke collar.

Richie enjoyed the view. The petite girl was quite lovely. He watched her perky breasts rising and falling with each deep breath. Beads of perspiration kept popping up to pool and form streams that ran down the length of her body. The sound of high heels approaching made him forget Yumi for the moment.

Richie turned to see ZiZi coming up the stairs. 

She had stopped at the landing below to drop the butt of her smoke and step it out; she clearly had forgotten who have to pick it up, Richie would remind her later with the help of some Anal Eze.

ZiZi stepped on to the stairs and took a deep breath before saying, "I got to quit smoking."

Her bright red hair was teased out like Peg Bundy; her heavy makeup matched the look. Wearing a short white halter dress that provided little cover for ZiZi's ample curves, in fact it displayed a serious case of VPL, and it's tightness created more rolls around her middle then she liked, but it's what Richie told her to wear it. She balanced on a pair of clear acrylic mules with eight inch platform heels. 

When she reached the top of the stairs Richie asked. "Well did you see anyone?" 

"No, but I checked the hallway, and it smelled like someone had been smoking pot. But, that could be coming out of someone's apartment...I think?" 

He thought about it, and then made his decision. 

"Let's go back to the apartment. You still owe me three more laps Yumi...and you will pay in full later." 

Richie took the leash slung over his shoulder and snapped it to Yumi's choke collar. 

As she walked back down to her third floor flat, Yumi felt very anxious. Some was fear that someone could walk out and see her naked and collared, and some due to the fate awaiting her in the apartment. 

As they open the apartment door Richie looked around once more as he ushered the women inside. 

Once inside he unleashed Yumi and sent her to the bedroom to wait for him. Richie sat in the big armchair ZiZi bought for him while ZiZi sat across from him on the sofa crossing her legs. 

"Well, what do you think would be a fitting form of punishment? She was only three seconds over for the entire period. Not a lot of penalty time there." Richie noted. 

ZiZi with vengeance in her heart had a ready suggestion. "Bend her over and let her feel what it's like to take it up the ass like I do!" ZiZi said.

"A tempting thought but we know she's unsoiled and I won't be the first to crack her open down there. Think of something." He sighed. 

"Well if you ever got split by big hard cock being shoved up your ass you'd know why I..." ZiZi started to whine.

Richie was giving her the look, and she didn't like that. So she decided on a new suggestion.

"You could use the new flogger on her?" She responded timidly.

"I suppose," Richie replied; distracted by a door closing.

It sounded close enough to be the Goth chick next door. He listened for a moment to see if he could hear anything else, when he didn't, he dismissed the thought. 

Laura held her breath instinctively in the darkness of apartment 3A. She had not meant to close her door so loudly. She cursed the old elevator the damn thing took forever getting to her; it was probably getting ready to crap out again. She wondered if they were still out on the stairs. 

Yumi stood in the corner of her bedroom with the lights off thinking about the circumstances that led to having Richie administer her punishment.

Soon after become her "Master" moved out of his basement apartment and into her place. Yumi was assigned a morning chore to prepare a protein shake for Richie, which she enjoyed doing. She welcomed serving to her Master, but she secretly wanted to torture ZiZi. 

Yumi concocted a simple plan to add an extra ingredient into Master's energy cocktail, and for three weeks she had included her secret ingredient, a pill that extended a man's stamina. If it made Bob smile, what would it do for Richie she wondered. The product must have been working because ZiZi confided to her. 

"I think something's wrong with me...I'm so sore after sex". ZiZi informed her. 

"Well I heard that can happen at a certain age", Yumi replied straight faced to ZiZi, then added. "Maybe you need to use more lubrication." 

"Oh my god, please I get wet enough on my own thank you! Anyway he has to only use lube for anal, which I hate now...he takes forever to cum." ZiZi stated, before leaving in a huff.

Yumi had witnessed the painful cries and twisted faces ZiZi made when Richie enjoyed the tight confines of her back passage. Her plan was working great, until the snoopy ZiZi found the bottle of European Formula XXX hidden in Yumi's panties drawer. 

"You silly girl" she scolded herself for not throwing away the packaging. ZiZi took the bottle to Richie and convinced him Yumi was implying he had a little dick.

Nothing could have been farther from the truth; Yumi was aroused by Richie's cock size. She only wanted to make Richie last longer hoping ZiZi would share the dick, but the greedy cock hog insisted on taking all those long hard poundings herself.

Hindsight being twenty-twenty she realized lying to Richie about being a virgin backfired too. She hoped to incorporate the tale into a game where she was deflowered during one of their naughty sessions, but brutally taking a submissive Asian girl apparently was not one of Richie's fantasies. He never pressured her beyond oral or manual stimulation. 

She certainly wasn't going to tell him about her junior year in High School, and the scandal the cheerleading squad she was a member of caused. It really hit the fan when the school's staff discovered the method used to motivate members of the Boys Basketball Team's during their state title run. Yumi the girl, who topped the pyramids during cheers, topped the team Captain Jamal's big hog leg every away game they won. Learning about her bus rides home bouncing on that lap could further wound Richie's pride. 

It was bad enough now that she was relegated to sleeping naked on the bare floor, at the foot of her own bed, that Richie and ZiZi used for noisy bouts of vigorous sex, then tortured her further with pillow talk regarding the creative ways they would correct her wayward behavior. 

Yumi's train of thought was broke suddenly when she was bathed in light as bedroom door opened and the light switch flipped on. Through squinting eyes she watched Richie go to the cedar wardrobe used to store binding and beating implements. He removed the big flogger he had recently purchased, it was heavy duty equipment. Its foot long wooden handle was stout and wrapped in dark brown leather, and the business end looked a mop except the strings were rawhide strips. 

"Face me", Richie commanded. 

Yumi turned to face Richie looking at the flogger in his hand. She had never struck with a scourge like that before, Richie preference tended to be the use of small cats, stingers, or leather paddles for her. This big flogger sent a shiver of fear up her spine. 

"Horse Stance," Richie ordered. 

Yumi assumed the position, hands on back of her head with interlaced fingers, then she squatted slightly with her feet wide apart, as it she were on horseback. 

"So you think bigger is better Yumi, let's see how you like this," Richie said. 

Slowly he rotated his arm at the elbow; Richie was going to let the flogger's own mass do the work. Yumi felt the air stir as the strips came closer and closer. Involuntarily her legs started to shake. 

The first blow struck between her spread legs low on her inner thigh. The heavy leather landed with a thud as the weight of the straps smacked against her skin, and the blow shook her entire leg. The pain was not intense immediately, but in seconds Yumi whimpered as the heat spread across and up her leg. 

"Be quiet this is what a bad girl gets when they embarrass their family" Yumi told herself bracing herself mentally for the penance she had placed on herself. 

The heat crept over her hip and thigh as the second blow landed where the first had. Yumi broke position by dropping her hands and groping her inner thigh. 

"Hands up, and don't break position or I'll made the blows harder". 

Yumi slowly raised her hands and tears welled in her eyes. She couldn't begin to imagine harder blows striking her. The heavy impacts seemed to move her whole body. ZiZi for all her want of revenge felt sorry for Yumi, as she watched the tiny girl's body shudder with each blow. 

Richie was satisfied that Yumi could withstand the torment; she was here to be punished after all. He did turn her around so he didn't have to look at her crying eyes. 

"Face away...and count them off," He spit. 

Yumi turned around and almost instantly she felt the thudding smack of the flogger on her bottom, and bit her lip to keep from crying out. 

"Three Sir", she gasped when she had composed herself enough to speak. 

Seeing the blow ripple through her tight buttocks excited Richie, and he started swelling. He looked at ZiZi as he adjusted his trousers. She was looking at Yumi, with a tear in her eye and concerned look on her face. 

Harsh punishment was needed to put some order in the household again Richie thought. Perhaps he was coddling them, a mistake he would not repeat. 

In her bedroom in 3A Laura listened intently, her ear pressed against the wall. She heard the flogger striking, but to hear better she went to her night stand. She took off her glasses and, grabbed the stethoscope she "borrowed" from work. She walked back to the shared wall and sat down to fix the instrument against the wall using medical tape, freeing her hands.

Laura heard the flogger's strike and listened to the young women slowly counting the blows. Usually it was a rapid count, this was different there were long pauses and the girl screams were more pained then before. By the time the count got up to ten Laura was lying on the floor with her operating room scrubs and panties down around her ankles caressing herself gently as she listen to the punishment being administered. At twelve the girl cried out in pain. Laura slipped her a finger in her own sopping vagina, moaning loudly. 

Richie waited for Yumi to correct her position and get her breath back during the lull he thought he heard moaning. He moved closer to the wall and listened. He wasn't sure, but he believed he could hear their neighbor. After listening a moment more he got back to dealing with Yumi. 

"Ow...Thirteen", she whined, "Please Master, please, no more...I'm sorry I don't think your cock is small. Really...please." 

Richie wasn't listening; he had purposely struck Yumi harder; then moved to the wall to listen. "Oh my god" he mouthed silently.

Laura felt the intense pleasure was nearing the bursting point. Yumi's rambling statement caused Laura's ass to rise off the floor, and the lost of friction was enough to slide her head first into the wall as she frigged herself furiously toward release. Then Laura's concentration was rudely broken, by a sudden tickle on her ankle followed by the chiming tones of her cell phone. 

"Shit," She cursed irritated by the interruption. 

She bolted upright and grabbed the cell phone out the holder still clipped to the waistband of the pants around her ankles. The stethoscopes earpieces fell back banging against the wall. 

"Yesss..." Laura whined into the phone. 

Yumi heard the cell phone and recognized its tone. She felt a sudden blush of embarrassment, and anger realizing that her neighbor really did eves drop on them. 

"You never called back, what's going on?" Janey scolded. 

"I'm listening to them right now. You have really bad timing Janey; did anyone ever tell you that? 

"What? What are you talking about?" Janey excitedly inquired. 

"I'll be damned, I think she's listening to us," Richie told ZiZi when he heard the muted voice on the other side of the wall. "Take over for me."

ZiZi took the flogger, and slowly moved it back and forth. She found it to heavy and unwieldy, but did as she instructed. 

"Nothing, I'll call you later okay." Laura whined in frustration wanting to get off the phone. 

"You sound funny, can I come over?" Janey asked. 

Laura didn't hear Janey's question because she had already ended the call, and lay back down to finish cumming. Laura slipped the earpieces on and was happy to hear that the girl was still counting blows. 

She didn't realize Richie heard her talking. He may not have known what she said; he just knew she was closer to the wall then she should've been. 

Richie used his pass key and entered 3A; it was dark and quiet. His heart was racing as he allowed his eyes to adjust to the dimness before creeping to the bedroom. Hearing noises he slowly crept closer. At the door he confirmed his suspicion, and saw Laura on the floor using a stethoscope to listen while working her hands between her legs to pleasure herself. Richie also realized how thin the walls were when he heard Yumi yelp in pain. He decided if he'd come this far he might as well go all the way, and snapped on the light. 

Yumi cried out in pain as ZiZi flogged her. ZiZi wasn't very skilled with the flogger, and her lack of control caused the tails to land high on her hip. The thick leather tentacles bit hard into Yumi, as the ends wrapped around and seared her soft belly. 

"Fourteen Ma'am," she gasped, angrily.

Yumi was now pissed off, pissed about the girl next door spying, pissed about Richie leaving to go who knows where, and pissed about ZiZi being so damn clumsy with the flogger. 

"You still think Richie's cock is small?" ZiZi question the girl like an interrogator. 

"No! I just liked hearing him make you scream...you greedy bitch!" Yumi answered. 

ZiZi stammered in anger at the insolence, but recovered quickly and slapped the flogger against Yumi. She spun with the follow through; loosing her balance on the heels she wore and staggered back trying to catch her balance. She failed and landed on her butt, red faced expecting a laugh at her misfortune. But Yumi's face was twisted in agony from the blow that took her breath away. 




Can You Hear Me Now



I can honestly say I had never been blessed with being this deeply in love with anyone in my life till I fell in madly for a beautiful girl named Carla. We had met thru work in over the phone flirting manner where she would make up excuses to call the cell store I managed to ask trivial questions and to flirt in the sweetest and cutest manner I could imagine. I of course, would answer anytime she called to hear her sexy voice and flirt right back.

After a month of this phone flirting, I was totally infatuated with her sight unseen. This of course is always a dangerous position to be in. We all know the likely hood of a voice matching their looks is less than likely on a good day and my luck had never been anything to write home about.

So to lessen the disappointment factor we exchanged pictures reluctantly, well at least on my part. I had never considered myself handsome; I am 5'10 with a build of 200 pounds give or take a few depending upon my activity level. But I have always considered myself funny. So I sent her a picture from Halloween where we dressed in costume for the occasion in the retail store I worked. I can only imagine her surprise when she received a picture of moi dressed as a Tigger lying across display counter swinging my tail. But it could only pale to the picture of the goddess I received. I will be honest I have always had a major thing for the naughty librarian look and she had that down in spades. 

So when the naughty librarian asked me to come to the store she was working to "help her" I beat feet with a spring in my step (yes a Tigger pun, sorry.) I drove as quickly as my car would go and pulled into the back parking lot of store in a small town.  

When I knocked on the back door a vision of loveliness answered. At 5'4" and 100#'s with a brunette bob hair cut framing the most beautiful pixie face I had ever laid eyes on, I was speechless. I could only do one thing, I reached out with my right had cupping her face and brought her soft lips to mine as my left hand embraced her and pulled her lithe body against mine.

After what seemed like a lifetime I pulled back to stare into her sexy green eyes and said:

"Hello..."

"Hi" replied the goddess in my arms in a sweet and nervous manner. It was the last words spoken for a while as my lips sought hers again as the back door swung close. We embraced in the back of the store with the lights of street lamps and car headlights providing the only light to our exploration of each other. I sat on a metal folding chair next to a folding table they used for their lunch and started nibbling and kissing her neck while I ran my hand up and down her legs as she sat in my lap. 

I started unbuttoning her blouse following with kisses as her delicious white skin became exposed to my hungry stare. She shivered and moaned in my arms as I explored her gorgeous body with hands and lips. Her succulent 34 c breast filled my hands as I feathered kisses across her bosom that was heaving in my hands in a most delightful manner. 

I pressed her back across the top of the table as I started stripping her slacks down her sexy long legs as I kissed my way down her sides. Her pink g string came into view as she withered on top of the table. Once I had her near naked I kissed up each slender leg trailing kisses on the inside of her thighs till I reached her panty clad pussy. The aroma was intoxicating and her shivers drove me to the brink of insanity. Placing my lips to her sweet snatch with only her panties protecting her virtue was one of those memories I will cherish for the rest of my life.

As the warmth of my breath and the action of kissing her naughty little pussy thru her panties, she thrust her hips up to my mouth till she shuddered into the first of several orgasms that night. The lack of attention she had experienced heightened the enjoyment she felt to the point she was almost speechless. At least till I slid her g string to the side and slid my tongue up her beautiful wet slit and then I heard her gasp out my name as she withered under the assault of my tongue on her dripping sex. . Never before had I tasted such a delicious pussy nor heard such sexy moans as I ate her to another orgasm. By this time my cock was pressed painfully against my slacks throbbing to be released. 

As I stood, I peeled her g string down her long legs following them with kisses to her ankles. Thinking that she was the most beautiful creature I had ever met let alone worship as I kissed up her legs, I loosened my slacks to free my cock which was weeping pre cum. She pushed me back to the chair where she the de panced my in with a delightful grin.

AS soon as her small delicate hand grasped my cock, she had control over me heart and soul. She pressed me down into the chair where she returned the passion of teasing by kissing up my thigh from my right knee to me throbbing cock. I had never been harder or larger when her delicate red lips reached me her tongue flittered out to taste the head of cock. She let out a small sigh of contentment before she opened her delicate mouth to envelop my throbbing cock. It was one of the most glorious experiences in my life being in her wet warm mouth, making my eyes roll up in my head. Her small hand stroking up and down my shaft forced what seemed like a gallon of pre cum into this angel's mouth.

She worked me for what seemed like a lifetime and had me on the brink of Cuming within minutes. I knew I needed to feel her wrapped around me before I wanted to come. I lifted her by her shoulders and kissed her passionately as I laid her across the table. She spread her legs naturally and in such an alluring way that my cock flew her to opening where I rubbed it up and down her as she started withering on that table yet again. I worked my cock up and down and partly into the tightest pussy I had ever experienced including virgins.

"My God, baby you're so beautiful. I need to take you." I gasped as the head of my throbbing cock made its way inside her. Part of me wanted her so badly, to bury my cock to the hilt into her beautiful and tight pussy and the other part of me wanted to feather her with kisses and slowly claim her as mine. I was unable to fill with all of my cock, she was just too tight. I stroked about a third of my cock into her as I ran my hands up and down her body, cupping her breast and tweaking her nipples as I traced what was going to be mine. She came again on that table before pulling her up and kissing her more passionately than I had ever experienced before.

I pulled her lithe frame off the table and spun her facing away from me while kissing her neck and back. I slowly drug her down to the floor where I lined my throbbing cock up with her sweet pussy. I was aching to release deep into her and claim her for mine. My hands cupped her waist and I pulled her gently onto the head of my cock as she moaned. Half of my cock penetrated this little angle and I started a slow and low pace that caused her pussy to ripple on the end of my dick. It seemed like my whole body was in the sensation of the head of my dick that was taking the most beautiful girl in the world as she moaned and shuddered on me.

"ohhhhhhh, take me, mmmmmm, take me baby," she gasped.

"Ohhh Carla I am going to cum!!" I gasped and the cum started boiling up my shaft. I started to shake and my cock's diameter increased and cum started shooting from me like a fountain all over her delicious ass. I poured a gallon of cum all of this little goddess and a smile of bliss crossed my face.

I pulled her up at her waist to kiss her and thought this is what love is supposed to be like...



Can You Hear Me Now?



"Oh Shit!" Yumi screamed. 

"Oh shit is right, you don't like that do ya," ZiZi retorted climbing off the floor after removing her shoes. 

Yumi's blood was up and she was about to reply with another smart-ass remark, but cut it short when she heard a screams and thumping coming from apartment 3A. ZiZi heard it too and stopped to listen. 

Laura froze in place when the lights came on. Then she craned her head towards the door where the switch was. Richie watched Laura's reaction to the sudden brightness in her room. Her eyes were squinted from the light and need of her eyeglasses. 

The blurry figure moving toward her made her scream. Richie didn't want to give her a chance to get her wits back. If he learned anything in the past month it was to use shock, and awe to his advantage. He quickly grabbed Laura and placed his right hand over her mouth; then pinned her to the floor by leaning on her with his left arm. 

"Be quiet, I'm not going to hurt you," Richie said quickly. 

Good God I'm busted was Laura's panic stricken first thought when she recognized Richie now that he closer. 

"I see you enjoy listening to our fun, I think you ought to see it in person, don't you?" Asked Richie.

He snatched the stethoscope off the wall with his left hand and put it around his neck. Laura didn't like the tone of his voice or the fact that she felt completely humiliated by the situation. Richie removed his hand from her mouth and stood up. He straddled Laura and removed his belt. 

"Get up," He said in calm but firmly tone.

He expected total compliance to his commands and Laura did not disappoint. Moving slowly she tried to pull up the pants which were still around her ankles; but Richie blocked her. 

"I didn't tell you to do anything but to get up." Richie stated.

He helped Laura to slowly stand erect by grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling. Laura resigned herself to what ever awaited her, and Richie slipped his belt around her neck after fashioning it into an improvised leash. 

"Lets go, you belong to me now!" He told her. Richie's slapped her naked left buttock with an open hand, but she didn't cry out. Wincing and rubbing the burning cheek she followed him when he gave her leash a tug. Laura stumbled toward the door hobbled by the pants shackling her ankles. 

Yumi was intently listening, and did not see next blowing coming, but she sure felt it. ZiZi had smacked the heavy leather thongs across her buttocks inducing a loud yelp of pain. It pleased ZiZi so much she struck again with out waiting for the count. 

"How many is that?" ZiZi asked. 

Yumi blanked on a ready answer, in frustration she shook her head slowly and sobbed. 

"I don't remember Ma'am, Fifteen? I think?" 

"I think you're your wrong." ZiZi laughed cruelly, "Since you don't know we'll just call that ...twelve." 

"No, its fifteen I'm sure now." Yumi pleaded.

She knew that her plea was going to be ignored. ZiZi was lining up her next strike when she heard a noise behind her. Coming into the room was Richie leading the girl from next door. She noticed the green scrubs top but didn't see the bottoms until she looked down to see why the girl was walking funny. Yumi by this time had turned to look also; and Richie noticed. 

"You need to be looking at the wall in front of you or I'll give you another five lashes, ZiZi what's the count?" He asked.

"Twelve Sir," ZiZi responded quickly. 

"Bitch," Yumi silently mouthed facing the wall; she felt completely degraded by having her beaten naked body on display, as she stood like a child in a corner powerless. 

"ZiZi fix her properly," Richie said referring to Laura as he removed the leash. 

"Here sweetie let me help you with this", ZiZi said.

She pulled the scrubs top over Laura's head, to reveal a leopard print bra beneath. 

"Nice," ZiZi commented; feeling the smooth satin finished material before unhooking the bra and tossing it aside.

Laura covered her breast as ZiZi squatted down to pat Laura on the legs lightly. Laura lifted her legs one at a time allowing ZiZi could pull off the panties, scrub bottom, and socks.

"Oh would you look at that, Nipples and pussy pierced," ZiZi informed Richie. 

Richie hadn't noticed before she had a small golden hoop through her clit; ZiZi was squatting in front of Laura pulling on the ring. Laura was trying to hide her breast with her hands, but left her lower body accessible; she made a loud gasp when her clit was stretched to its limit before the hoop slipped from ZiZi's fingertips. 

Yumi heard the pleasure tinged gasp and turn to look; she paid for it when Richie lashed her bottom with the belt in his hand. 

"Eye's front," Richie reminded her, with his voice steady, without any emotion. 

"Sixteen Sir," Yumi cried, she became very excited; the thrilled was that Richie was back. 

Richie appraised the new slave. She was about five and a half feet tall, average build and extremely pale, her dark hair was a deep shape of purple, tattooed on her cone shaped left breast was an Ankh, and small band of tribal designs circled her upper right arm, the tramp stamp of two long stem black roses twisted together crossed the small of her back. 

Several pairs of golden hoops adorned her ears and left eyebrow, and her right eyebrow had been drawn on with the heavy black eye makeup. Her black nail polish was chipped on both her hands and feet. 

"Take her over to the bed while I finish with Yumi," He instructed ZiZi. 

Then turning his attention to Yumi he said. "When I have finished the rest on your punishment, take the new girl and correct her terrible grooming, understood." 

"Yes Sir", Yumi answered softly.

She saw the thing was hanging around his neck. She realized what it was; she understood what Laura had been doing. Yumi like the idea, it was such an intimate servitude grooming another person. She had transformed ZiZi's lush tangled red pubes into a neatly cropped triangle. Yumi had shaved herself until only a thin landing strip remained.

So engrossed was her daydreaming about restyling Laura's bush that Richie's belt stung the back of her thighs before she knew it was coming, but she enjoyed it. 

"Seventeen Sir," She bit her lip and moaned in pain. 

Then again she was struck. 

"Eighteen Sir," She gasped. 

Laura watched in an excited trance, she was aware of ZiZi hands stroking her body. She had no interest in women, but the landlady's tugs and pulls on her piercing were gentle, and she was enjoying the attention. 

Laura felt herself getting slicker each time the belt stung Yumi. Her reactions did not go undetected by the other occupants of the room. ZiZi's nipples poked noticeably through the thin material of her dress and her panties were wet. Yumi's body crackled with the excitement knowing she was the star attraction and she loved it. The pain had become pleasure. Richie was throbbing from excitement also. 

Richie whipped the belt once more, the sharp report of the smack against Yumi's red and welted bum made her tremble on weaken knees as she approached orgasm standing there in her time out corner. 

"Nineteen Sir," Screamed Yumi, pleasure reflected in her shaky voice. 

"Hon wait until it's your turn, you scream the same way." ZiZi whispered to Laura. 

Richie lowered his arm and lightly slapped the belt between Yumi's legs with an underhand swing that softly popped her swollen labia. The blow was no more then a tease, but excited her more then she could stand; she was ready to pass out as her vision blurred like a heat wave. 

Then the moment was shattered and lost forever when Laura's cell phone started blowing up again. The annoying devised was still holstered and clipped to Laura's pants lying on the floor. Laura hoped the phone would silence itself, but she knew Janey and she was not hanging up until she left a message. 

Before it got that far, Yumi crazed with frustration went over to the pile of clothes and found the phone and answered it. 

"Hello?" She asked, holding the phone like a microphone allowing everyone to hear.

"Laura, is that you?" The voice on the other end asked sounding tiny over the phones speaker. 

"Yes but I can't talked right now, bye." Yumi taunted with a wicked smiled as she pushed the button to end the call. She winked at Richie and tossed him the phone. 

"Your phone as been very, very annoying Laura. I think it's time it stopped wrecking our fun." Richie said.

Not even bothering to look at Laura as he spoke his fingers worked over the keypad. "There it won't be a bother anymore now," He said, and throwing the phone aside. 

"Yumi your excused now, please have a seat on the bed." Richie continued, deciding to grant Yumi some clemency. 

He watched Yumi move to the bed with a look of surprised on her face. When she sat the look changed us she winced in pain the moment her buttocks touched the bed. 

"Well ladies what shall we do about our new friend the lovely Laura?" 

Laura's skin goose bumped, she was surprised to be referred to so familiarly. Suddenly she found all eyes on her and she fidgeted on the bed staring at the floor to avoid eye-to-eye contact. 

"ZiZi, you take the first honor, Yumi go clean her up." Richie said.

Yumi felt slighted now, she was being left out again while ZiZi would play the Mistress. . 

"Oh and Yumi when you're cleaned up, you can play top too," Rich added. 

This information invigorated Yumi and she jumped off the bed and grabbed Laura by the hair and shoved her down hallway towards the bathroom. 

Richie took a seat in a chair next to the bedroom window and noticed the weak first light of dawn was just appearing. 

ZiZi gladly stripped off the ill fitting dress and walked over to a trunk by the closet to pick out an outfit, she didn't have a big selection up here in Yumi's apartment. So she pulled out a white silk blouse, a tight knee length charcoal skirt, Black crotch-less panty hoses, and a pair of wicked stiletto heeled boots. She laid the clothes on the bed and went to the bathroom. 

ZiZi found the other two women preparing themselves in the small bathroom. The smell of beauty filled the air. The mix of nail polish remover, cold cream, and depilatory foam assailed her nostrils.

She grabbed the cold cream off the sink's counter and removed her heavy make-up with cotton balls, then squeezed past the others to climbing into the tub. Turning the knobs she adjusted water temperature and started the shower.

Yumi was sitting on the toilet and her hands were covered in foam, which she slathered on Laura's pubic area after she had coated her labia with a protective layer of KY that extended to her anus. Laura felt silly with her cold cream mask and standing with her hands placed on top her head and her legs spread; she had the foam applied to her underarms and legs too. Yumi inspected her handiwork and washed her hands. 

She pulled off her sneakers and socks, and stepped into the tub. Looking over her shoulder she said, "Stay just like that, I'll call when I'm ready for you."

She removed the barrette holding her ponytail then head whipped her long hair loose and joined ZiZi under the spray. 

ZiZi was moving a soapy bath cloth over her full figure, her eyes were closed but she felt Yumi nearby. The young girl placed her hand on ZiZi's and slipping the cloth from the woman's grasp and began lathering her.

Softly moaning she raised her arms offering access to her body; ZiZi asked "Aren't you still mad at me?"

Although she was only half ZiZi's age Yumi, was the alpha in their relationship. She wished Richie would realize it too, but until he did, she would control the situation by topping from the bottom.

She hummed to herself as she made big bubbly circles with the cloth on the woman's neck, shoulders and breast, and ZiZi felt all her tension ebbing away under Yumi's touch. Yumi took her time between the woman's warm soft thighs, peeling the tender pink petals open with the fingers of one hand, and working the sudsy cloth with feathery touch along the length of the sensitive furrow.As she bathed ZiZi, Yumi watched the woman's facial expression; and smiled satisfied with her action when she made ZiZi's lips quiver while from the clit lathering she was giving her. For a few minutes ZiZi was lost to the girl's knowing touch, and the liquid of her excitement began to flow freely. 

Yumi them knelt before ZiZi and touched her still humming mouth the freshly scrubbed triangle above ZiZi's vulva, producing a yelp of surprise and pleasure from ZiZi, giggling she stood up suddenly and slapped ZiZi's ass hard.

"Okay that's enough for you, better go get ready." Yumi announced.

"Damn you, I was getting ready to cum you little tease, you owe me", ZiZi whined getting out the tub.

ZiZi eyed Laura up and down, and smiled knowingly at what awaited the young woman.

Yumi made the newbie wait until she had lathered and rinsed twice before calling the new girl into the tub. With swift smooth strokes of her hand Yumi cleaned the dried foam from Laura's under arms and legs. 

She polished off the tangle on Laura's mons in the same fashion, before moving to the more critical area.Yumi's hand slid along the edge of Laura's sex cleaning off the foam and fine hairs where skin transitioned to flesh much more delicate. Laura moaned involuntarily under the cleaning caress and her freshly exposed skin tingled while she admired now her newborn smooth vagina.

Yumi pulled and rolled Laura's flesh spurring a yelp as she inspected the sensitive folds and wrinkles like butcher would a prime cut of meat. She the grabbed the wash cloth from Laura and gave her a brisk scrubbing from head to toe. Satisfied Laura was completely clean; she hooked her pinky into Laura's labia jewelry and led her still dripping wet to the bedroom for Master's approval.

While the others showered ZiZi took a seat at the vanity wrapped only in a towel and brushed her wet hair into a tight bun; the towel feel away as her arm moved but she made no effort to hide her body, as once she finished she dressed slowly, knowing Richie was watching her. The only make up she applied was bright scarlet lipstick and black mascara. She walked in front of Richie when she felt ready and did a turn as if she was modeling, and then waited for the response.

"You look great! What do you want to use?" Rickie asked.

"I don't know what ever you suggest," Answered ZiZi.

"I think to start you shouldn't go to rough perhaps a paddle or crop." Richie suggested.

"Hmm, a crop sounds good." ZiZi said.

From the cedar wardrobe she selected an implement that appeared to be was more suited for a Clydesdale, but was used with regularity on her. The crop was 30 inches long with a graphite shaft and long wide tab on the business end. It's made a nice crack on contact, but its bark was worst then its bite. It was the perfect tool for beginners, posers, and wannabe's. She swished the crop through that air getting a feel for the tool.

While she followed Yumi to the bedroom Laura noticed the welted red skin on the petite girl's buttocks and legs. The site suddenly made a chill go up her spine just thinking she would be subjected to the same fate. Entering the bedroom she saw Richie seated by the window, and ZiZi standing beside him, holding what looked like a stick tipped with a black credit card. 

Richie noticed the two women and thought they looked sexy as hell, dripping wet straight out the shower, the improvised leash was a nice touch too.

"She's all yours ZiZi." Said Richie, while lecherously stroked the lump in his trousers.

Before ZiZi could take charge; Yumi noticed she choose the crop they nicknamed "The Toy" so she decided to give Laura a real taste with an open hand slap on the ass.Laura howled and grabbed her burning bun and winced.

"Turn around and spread your cheeks", ZiZi ordered. 

Laura did as instructed and presented her bottom to the "Master" for inspection. To add to the degradation, ZiZi wanted to have her pull apart her pouting sex lips and show Rich what belonged to him now.

"That's right show Master what he will be enjoying whenever he wants it." Spit ZiZi, emphasizing "whenever". 

ZiZi paced back and forth clucked her tongue, softly teasing the crops tip back and forth on the woman's wet skin. Laura whimpered and flinched in anticipation, sure that a blow was going to land each time ZiZi passed. Then thinking the mental torment had gone on long enough ZiZi swung the crop in an arc bringing it back down smartly.

"Owww..." Laura cried out as her hands moved to cover the reddening skin.

"Alright that's enough showing off...you little tramp. Go get on the rape bench," Ordered ZiZi.

Laura didn't know the rape bench from a can of paint, but she saw an old beat up vaulting buck next to the wardrobe. The old piece of gym equipment had duct patching the cracked and worn padding. It also had been modified with leather fetters for neck, arms and legs, the evil looking devise had to be the rape bench.

Since it didn't sound like a request and Laura positioned herself on the contraption. The buck's height allowed Laura to bend at the waist and place her upper body on the apparatus standing flat footed, as ZiZi buckled the restraints on her. The padding smelled funky from old sweat when Laura inhaled deeply while waiting for ZiZi to begin.

Richie sipped bottled water as ZiZi peppered Laura's upturned buttocks with a flurry of moderate force blows. Yumi observed the action as she dressed herself, and enjoyed the warm rush that began between her legs and spread outward, turning her nipples diamond hard.

Laura was trying to holding her breath so as not to crying out, but she was red faced and shaking from the effort. ZiZi wanted to hear cries of pain and landed several hard smacks to the back of Laura's thigh and Laura burst like a bubble.

"Oh god please, wait...wait...wait..." Laura whined breathless. She twisted around as best she could but was in a vulnerable position. ZiZi smiling maliciously popped Laura and made hers dance foolishly from the crop's hot sting.

Richie was enjoying the sight of Laura flailing vainly, her face covered in twisted strands of hair as her head bounced and scrubbed on rape bench; her feet kicking and a white-knuckled grip on apparatus' smooth polished surface. Yumi had finished dressing and wore a leather bustier and silk bikini panties, over high-heeled boots.

Watching with great interest she sat on the bed, she could hardly wait to get her chance with Laura, but wasn't sure what she would do; yet.

ZiZi had fully taken charge of the situation now. She was landing blows quickly up and down the length of Laura thighs. She was working up a bit of a sweat and her tightly brushed bun was fraying.

Yumi noticed that Richie and ZiZi were really into the proceedings, and calculated this would be a good chance to clear the air. She moved over to Richie and slid into his lap.

"Richie I have to tell you something important." Yumi said, as she let her fingers play in his hair.

"Right now?" Richie asked, looking impatient.

"Uh huh," Yumi said nodding.

"Okay go ahead," He said sighing.

Yumi nuzzled up to his ear and whispered. 

"What!" Richie exclaimed after hearing what she had to say.

Then he made her say it again out loud for ZiZi and Laura to hear. Red faced and humiliated Yumi confessed the reason she spiked the drink and her misrepresented vestal status, without divulging any details of her Cheer Leading exploits.

"You should have told me I would have played the game Yumi," Richie scolded.

Then he added. "I think we will keep you in virgin mode a little longer so you can watch me fuck ZiZi and Laura and learn a few things.

Yumi cursed silently to herself, another planned backfired. Now not only would she not get the dick she desired, but another woman was going to be enjoying it besides ZiZi.




Can You Hear Me Now?



ZiZi was not amused as she remembered the abuse she absorbed getting reamed by Richie, and Laura took the brunt of her ire. Shrieking and begging wildly as the snapping stings kept landing harder and harder, but she started enjoying all the attention she was getting.

Richie no longer tried to restrain himself and loosened his trousers to free the painfully stiffness of his extreme arousal. The bloated flesh was a gnarly mass of gorged blood vessels. ZiZi and Laura were to busy to notice, but Yumi eyed the mast jutting up from his lap. She watched it quiver and bob when his muscles twitched with excitement, and she clenched and released her own muscles aching to take him balls deep and fill herself.

She jumped suddenly shocked from an unexpected tickle.Unknowingly she had placed her foot next to Laura's cell phone; which Richie set on vibrate silencing the bothersome device. She slipped phone into her panties and let the strong intermittent buzz course through her loins.

ZiZi by now had her fill, and lightly feathered the lash's tip over Laura lips and cheeks. Laura groan for more but it was not coming anytime soon. ZiZi reached to grab a fistful of hair and pulled Laura's head back until the girl eyes met hers. 

"So did you enjoy it?" ZiZi inquired.

"Yes" moaned Laura.

A sharp blow and a verbal admonishment from ZiZi was all it took for Laura to respond correctly

"Yes Ma'am, I enjoyed it. Please Ma'am give me more!" Laura spouted like a crazed recruit in basic training.

"Later, maybe, you needy little tramp." ZiZi hissed pushing Laura's head back down.

Yumi stepped up to replace ZiZi. 

ZiZi sat on Richie's lap her left arm was laid across Richie's shoulders while her right hand massaged the hard appendage her fingers were unable to completely encompass.

Yumi ran her fingertips over the beaten skin on Laura's buttocks and thighs, impressed that Laura made no sound, even though Yumi knew the flesh was sore from the heat she felt radiating. Yumi licked her fingers and reached between Laura's legs.Pressing her index finger against Laura's clit and rubbing.

Laura squirmed from the unexpected sensations, she tried to extend her body but the restraints held her fast in the tortured position. She screamed from the absolute helplessness of escaping the stimulation that was almost too intense to enjoy.

Yumi snatch a handful of hair and pulled Laura's head back, lifting her head off the padded bench top, and bent down to get close to Laura's face as she spoke.

"Stop all that screaming! Little sluts can only scream when getting fucked. So shut up!" Yumi ordered.

Richie and ZiZi were both surprised by Yumi's aggressive behavior. 

Releasing Laura's head, Yumi climbed on top the bench to sit on the small of Laura's back while pulling back on the neck shackles collar like reins. The movement exaggerated the already cruel position. Laura screamed in agony as her arms were pulled and her spine bowed feeling like they would pop. Like a Jockey in the home stretch Yumi rode Laura.

"You need my crop sweetie?" ZiZi asked from Richie's lap while she petted the fat shaft; wondering if she could I jack him off before he wanted to fuck.

"No thanks, I don't need a thing." Yumi replied.

With her left hand Yumi reached back to penetrate Laura. She was glad to find the woman wet and slippery. The bouncing motion moved her index and middle finger back and forth in Laura.

"Oh my, can you two hear that?" Yumi asked.

Richie and ZiZi listened and heard Laura's sopping wet sex slurp and slosh while getting finger fucked. They continued in this position for another minute, Laura could only take so much before she released to the pressure.

She sobbed thanking Yumi as her vagina contracted and seeped copiously.

Like Ali over Liston; Yumi stood up on the bench straddling Laura, she almost fell from the sudden buzz in her bikini's.

"Shit!" Yumi cried.

Pulling the small phone out to Yumi read the screen.

"Is Janey your girlfriend or something? Why won't she stop calling?" Yumi asked. 

"No...Just a friend." Croaked Laura, as she weakly moved her limbs in their limited range trying to get some circulation back and relieve the pain.

Yumi pushed the button to answer and spoke rapidly at the phone as she held it like a microphone in front her mouth.

"Call me back in a minute and keep calling until I answer." Yumi said quickly.

"What? Hello Laura?" Was all the tiny voice on the phone could say before Yumi ended the call.

"You two ever have phone sex?" Yumi asked as she climbed off the bench and walked over to the nightstand beside her bed. 

Laura groaned and shook her head in reply.

"I expect an answer." Yumi scolded.

"No Ma'am." A weakened Laura replied.

Her frustration was building from the inability to enjoy the afterglow of a great orgasm.

"Well you're going to have some now, and there's nothing you can do to stop it." Yumi stated emphatically.

"I can't...please we're not like that...I won't, I won't talk," Laura insisted.

She was ready to end this game, but didn't know the rules well enough to know. Of course the other took advantage and cheated her by failing to explain all the rules regarding safety words.

"Who ever said you had to talk." Yumi taunted.Removing a condom from its foil and rolling it over the phone, she knotted the open end sealing the phone in a latex skin. She placed the phone against Laura's wetness and pushed half of it into the soft yielding flesh.

Laura now realized what was happening and tried to roll away. Two sharp smacks to her ass made her stop fighting. Ignoring the tears welling up in Laura's eyes Yumi used her index finger to fully insert the devise. When she withdrew her finger from the small opening Laura's wet orifice closed back over the phone.

The phone was less then four inches long, yet Laura's felt completely stuffed as she began flexing her muscles trying to push the phone out.

"Yumi...are you sure that's safe? ZiZi asked.

"I guess so, she's using protection," Yumi retorted. 

Richie laughed at the remark, as he watched Laura continue to squirm and fidget as she worked her abdominal muscles attempting to expel the object inside of her, but like a square peg wedged in a round hole it held fast.

"I don't know it can shock her or...Oh my" ZiZi said.

She was cut off in mid-sentence when Laura wailed and seemed to have seizure.

"I think Janey just reached out and touched someone," stated Yumi flatly.

Laura stiffened and jerked violently on the apparatus. She bucked until the bench rattled nosily.

Luckily the tenant below never complained to management about the noise; but why would he when had gone through several bottles of AstroGlide listening to all the fun.

Laura continued to spasm until the phone's vibrations stopped. She gasped and sucked huge breathes like a landed carp. Then the carnage started again, and her back arched dramatically and her bound arms and legs flexed mighty attempting to break her restraints.

"Oh fuck! Please make it stop, make it stop, make it stop..." She cried and pleading for the sensations to end.

She dropped as if pole axed as soon as the phone went dormant again, but it didn't stay that way long. Before she could sufficiently recover the internal assailment renewed once more. After several calls she found out her only defense against the inescapable torture was contracting her vaginal walls against the phone for as long as possible.

This muscle control didn't last long at all, but being tightly contracted muted the vibrations that seemed to channel through body into her clitoris. Several times she demonstrated new abilities she did not realize she possessed; like squirting when her muscles failed from fatigue.

The intense sensations sped like a tsunami through her body from head to toe once she stopping fighting. Again and again the muted buzzing could be heard coming from inside her as she cried out. The absolute wickedness of the situation excited everyone else.

ZiZi was on her knees using of her hands to press her large breasts around Richie's rod. He moaned from the pleasure of her softness enveloping his burning flesh.

Yumi unfettered Laura neck to take a position sitting in front her face. She reached down with her left hand to grab a fistful of purple hair and twist Laura's face upwards so she stuff her silk covered pussy against the screaming mouth to smother the carnal screams.

The torment of the poor new girl lasted until she was completely spent and faint from exhaustion. Taking notice of what happened Yumi came for the third time with Laura. The combination of smothered screams and crazed licks Laura gave Yumi between calls melted the little coed. Not that Laura was a skilled at pussy licking, but Yumi liked the control of having caused the screams and enforcing the girl's tongue bathing.

Now the most audible sound in the bedroom was a gurgled gagging made by ZiZi. Her head bobbing up and down in Richie's lap giving him a sloppy wet hummer.

Yumi was weak from multiple orgasms and climbed down to lazily slipped two fingers into Laura and retrieve the phone. Laura's creamy juices flowed out, and smeared on her inner thighs. She groaned groggily as Yumi's had to slide a third wriggling finger inside the soft chute to recover the phone, which immediately buzzed in her hand. 

Yumi looked at rubber sheathed phone covered in cum and pressed the button to take the call, without putting the phone to her ear. 

"Hello, who is this?" Yumi asked know fully well who was calling.

"I'm sorry I can't seem to hear you." Yumi laughed softly. 

"Has she had enough?" The voice on the phone asked.

"What did you say?" A surprised Yumi questioned the speaker, and then strained to here the response.

"Has...she...had...enough?" The voice repeated.

"What do you mean?" Yumi asked; the hair on the back of her neck was beginning to stand up.

There were three loud bangs on the wall between apartments. Yumi, ZiZi and Richie all turned toward the noise.

"Can you hear me now?" Shouted a woman on the other side of the wall.

Yumi moved the phone closer to her ear and spoke into it, "Oh my god how...how long have you been there?" Yumi asked; aghast they were being spied on again.

"Long enough to know I wouldn't be putting that phone to my ear, Sweetie. I want to come over...open the door." The voice on the phone said.

Richie, and ZiZi, looked at Yumi with questioning looks on their faces they waited for her to explain.

It's her friend; she was listening and wants to come over?" Yumi questioned her Master.

ZiZi looked at Richie, then Yumi, "Another one? Why can't they rent some damn porn?"

Yumi looked at Richie, and he motioned with his Head to the door.

"You don't mind sharing a little more do you?" He quizzed ZiZi.

The question was not really a question.

Yumi opened the front door it expecting to walked over and get Janey. She jumped back startled to find the woman already standing there.

"Mmmm you must be Yummy? Janey asked before licking her lips.

"Yumi not Yummy," The girl corrected the woman. 

"I'll be the judge of that," Janey correct Yumi.

I've been waiting to come over for a while." added Janey.

Yumi stepped aside and let the woman in.

"This weekend is going to be one hell'ava entry in my journal," Yumi said closing one door and opening another.

The End



Can You Help A Brother?



The large house was quiet except for the constant hum of the furnace pumping out heat in the early January morning. The sun had been up for half an hour, but a thick layer of clouds blocked out the rays and portended another day of heavy snow. A dog barked in the distance, begging to be let in from the frozen outdoor.

James listened to it all from under the covers of his bed. His eyes adjusted to the dim light and he was reminded that this was not his bedroom. He awoke in his sister's house with the memories of his own home engulfed in flames still fresh in his mind. James could still smell the smoke...not a coincidence since the clothes he wore the day before, during his escape from the fire, were lying on a chair in the bedroom.

How long he would have to stay with his sister Mary was uncertain. How long she and her husband would want him around was even more unsure. James had never been close to Mary and he didn't want to force himself upon them pointlessly. But for at least today, he had few options.

The bedroom door was not completely closed and in the hallway he thought he heard the shuffle of soft footsteps. Perhaps it was the furnace, he decided. James rolled out from under the covers and sat on the edge of his bed. Stillness surrounded him once more and he slowly got to his feet.

Mary had told him the night before that the hallway bathroom was his, as her master bedroom had its own bath. Thus assured, he peeked out into the hall before entering it in nothing but his boxers. It was a short distance to the bathroom door and he had his hand on the handle in short order.

Just as he pushed in on it, he hesitated. The sound of a cabinet door closing was unmistakable. Then he saw her move.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Mary. I'll come..."

"No. It's alright, James."

He peered in timidly and saw his sister's attractive face looking back at him in the darkness. She gave a nervous smile.

"I just needed something. I'm leaving," she said.

James entered the bathroom and found himself making every effort to avoid staring at the tank top and panties worn by his little sister. Mary was twenty five now and definitely a woman, but he always thought of her as an innocent kid.

"Just like back home when we were growing up. Always fighting for the bathroom," he said.

"I used to stay while you showered. Remember?" Mary asked with a grin.

"You were five. I was ten. I didn't care much then," James said. "Now I'm not sure Ben would appreciate it."

Mary scoffed at the reference to her husband. "I doubt if he'd care. He doesn't pay much attention to me."

Her look portrayed a deep-seated discontent that even James the single, unemotional man could see.

Mary said, "He said he went ice fishing today, like most Saturdays in the winter. I suspect the only hole he's probing this morning is Lisa Lyons'"

James saw the resentment in her blue eyes. His sister's apparent suffering, combined with the disheveled nature of her short blonde hair, rendered her as the most beautiful, childlike woman in distress he'd ever seen. And James was shocked when his cock began to react accordingly.

He was glad the only light in the room came from the hallway. He turned slightly to hide the bulge in his boxers.

He said, "I'm sorry, Mary. I didn't know. We need to talk more often."

"Maybe not in the bathroom," she replied. "I'll come down to your bedroom when you're done. OK?"

"Sure," James said. He watched Mary walk out, her panties barely covering the cheeks of her small, firm ass.

By the time he had the shower adjusted and was stepping in, his was half way to a full erection. James stood under the water and gently stroked himself completely hard. He thought of Mary's youthful face and the gorgeous body hidden under her tank top and panties. How could ANY husband shun her for another? Marriage had never been high on James' list of goals and his sister's disclosure confirmed his conviction.

Still, Mary would make any man think twice about staying single. In fact, Ben married her when they were both twenty years old. Maybe they were too young to take on such a responsibility and Mary was paying for it now.

James washed his hair and was working on his body when his soapy hands once again found his cock. He thought about the only time when he even came close to seeing Mary naked. They were on a vacation and she was sixteen. James had walked in on her accidentally while she got dressed and she had quickly covered herself up. But he got a glimpse of her then and even now the image was bringing him closer and closer to an orgasm.

He stopped short of cumming and finished his shower scolding himself for thinking that way about his only sister. A few minutes later, he was on his way back to his room wrapped in a large towel.

James pushed open the bedroom door and stopped in his tracks. Mary sat in the only chair in the room, looking at him with total contentment. A bathrobe was loosely tied around her waist. Her legs were crossed, exposing a good deal of thigh, and the top of the robe revealed her deep cleavage. Mary's hair was damp.

"I finished my shower and thought I'd wait for you," she said smugly. "You always did take forever."

James strode towards the bed where Mary had tossed his clothes. He wasn't about to dress in front of her and was somewhat at a loss for what to do next.

She smiled at his predicament. "What's the matter, big brother. You didn't seem to mind seeing me half naked. Actually, if I hadn't left I think you would have had a HARD time hiding your pleasure."

Mary's eyes were aimed directly at his cock and James certainly caught the meaning of her statement. He sat on the bed and pushed the towel down between his legs.

"Alright, Mary. You win. Let's talk," he said.

Mary used both hands to fluff up her hair. The opening in her robe hinted even more at the bare skin inside it.

"Ben and I aren't going to last much longer, James," she said unequivocally. "I don't know for a fact that he's seeing anybody else, but he's definitely not relying on me for sex. We only talk when we have to and we don't make plans beyond the day we are in. Dr. Phil wouldn't give us another week."

James felt sorry for his sister, but if she was depending on him for counseling, it was a mistake.

"I'm sorry, Mary. I wish there was more I could do," he told her. "I'll spend today talking to the insurance people and then find an extended stay hotel so I can..."

"No," Mary interrupted. "That's the last thing I want. I need you here. I'm going to lose my sanity if I'm left alone with Ben for much longer. Please say you'll stay."

Mary was leaning forward in the chair, her hands clasped together in a desperate plea. James saw the tears in her eyes and the quivering lips.

"Whatever you need, sis. You know we've drifted apart and that's mostly my fault," James said. "If I'd known about this earlier I would have tried to help. Maybe it's time to make it up to you. I'll do anything for you."

The relief on her face was evident as Mary rose from the chair and came towards her brother. James couldn't remember the last time he had hugged his sister and it seemed clear to him it was about to happen again. He was getting ready to stand up when Mary sat next to him. She put a hand on his leg and turned to face him.

"Thanks, James."

Then she leaned over and placed her lips on his. If he considered her 'thank you' to be over after the brief contact, he was wrong. Mary pressed harder and leaned closer. One of her hands went behind his head and soon the pair were kissing like long-time lovers. James felt Mary's hand slide across the towel on his leg and her fingers moved up his thigh.

Their tongues met at the same time Mary's hand reached his cock. The kiss intensified and Mary wrapped the towel around James' semi-erect shaft. She felt the warmth of the blood surging into the cock. Mary gripped it harder and James moaned.

With just the tiniest pressure, Mary pushed James backwards onto the bed. At the same time, her hand fumbled with the towel until her hand was underneath and once again holding his cock. The passion of their kiss was undeniable, but James broke away.

"Mary, no!"

"Why not? I can feel you now. I saw you look at me in the bathroom. Why not, James?"

He tried to will his cock into not getting harder, but her hand was like magic. The more she fondled him the longer and harder he got.

"You're my sister, damn it," he exclaimed.

"Then why are you as hard as a fucking rock?"

She pushed the towel aside and, for the first time, looked down at her brother's throbbing cock.

"Because you're the most beautiful, sexiest woman I've ever seen."

The words surprised and thrilled Mary. With a wide grin, she rolled partially onto his body and started a new kiss. James could no longer restrain his hands from enveloping Mary and pulling her closer. She let go of his cock and allowed her body to rest directly on top of him. James clutched at her ass through the bathrobe and Mary felt his cock pushing against her abdomen.

When they momentarily stopped kissing, Mary leaned up and pulled open the top of her robe until her tits were almost completely exposed.

"Touch me, James."

He shook his head, but his eyes never left her chest.

"Just once," she begged. "You've wanted to for all these years. Do it now, please."

James wouldn't divulge that, in fact, he hadn't lived his entire adult life craving his sister. But his body and mind were telling him at that instant that he did, indeed, want to touch her beautiful tits. He let one hand slide inside the opened robe. Mary instantly took hold of his wrist and put the hand on top of her left breast. She felt the fingers begin to seize the soft skin and squeeze it.

Mary closed her eyes and sighed loud enough for James to hear. He was torn between the thrill of having his beautiful sister give herself to him and the torment of knowing it was so wrong. Still, his other hand was reaching up for her right breast.

Mary flung the robe open and James had full access to her entire body. He concentrated on her tits while Mary moved up and said, "I want you to have them, James. And I need you."

She lowered a tit to his mouth and James eagerly licked it before sucking on the tender flesh and hard nipple. He used a hand to cup the excess and push it up to his mouth. For several minutes he switched from one breast to the other much to the delight of his sister.

Then she slid off the bed and between James' legs. With a quick tug, she removed his towel and tossed it aside. With him watching intently, she also removed her robe and kneeled naked in front of him. She put a hand on his stomach to hold him down and dropped her mouth onto his throbbing cock.

Her light kisses and licks of the shaft had James close to an orgasm even before she spread her lips and took the head of his cock into her mouth. Very slowly she lowered her head until the tip of the cock hit the back of her throat and her lips touched his balls.

Soon, she was bobbing up and down on the cock and applying more and more pressure with her lips. James moaned and felt himself involuntarily begin to fuck his sister's mouth. Precum leaked onto her tongue.

"Mary! Stop!"

"No. I want you to cum," she replied before returning to her task.

"I can't. I mean...it's not..."

"I think you can," Mary said. "I'll make you."

The only sounds she heard from James after that were the obvious noises of a man about to cum. She felt his body quiver. His ass rose off the bed.

Then he cried out, "Mary! I'm...I'm gonna...oh my God!"

Mary collected shot after shot of James' warm cum in her mouth until a stream fell from the corner onto her chin. James grunted mightily to empty his cock, urged on by Mary's magnificent lips, tongue, and hand. She finally stopped and reached down for his discarded towel to wipe her face.

"I knew that was what you wanted," she said with a smile. "At least it broke the ice. Now you owe me and I'll make sure you pay, big brother."

He watched her put on her robe and quietly walk out of his bedroom.



It was early evening before Mary's husband came back. James had spent the entire day working on his own house and fighting with the insurance company. He was in no mood to socialize with a man who, according to Mary, was mistreating her. Ben really did seem to fit the mold of a cheating scoundrel, but that didn't lessen James' feeling of guilt about what took place that morning in his bedroom.

Through it all, Mary seemed cheerful and exceedingly mischievous. James had no clue when, or if, she would make good on her promise to make him pay. But he was beginning to believe that the payback could be very pleasant.

The brother and sister were in the kitchen together after dinner. Ben was nowhere to be found, although James knew he was still in the house. Mary stood next to James near the sink and let her hip bump up against his.

"You can't believe how horny I've been all day after what we did this morning," she said.

James looked into her stunning eyes and saw that she wasn't fooling. "Maybe that was something we should just forget, sis."

He saw her disappointment before she replied, "Oh no you don't. You're not going to be the only one that gets anything out of this. You aren't leaving until you've made me cum. I deserve at least that."

"I will have a new place to stay by tomorrow night," James answered.

"Then we better get started."

Mary took James by the hand and led him down a short hallway into the laundry room. She closed the door behind them. The room was about ten feet by ten feet square. A washer and dryer took up one wall, while a large water basin stood against another. A few clothes lay in a basket and she quickly put them in the washing machine and turned it on while James looked on.

As water began to fill the tub, she turned to him and said, "In a few minutes that thing will be making a lot of noise. So will I. Ben will never know."

With that, she leaned into James and they kissed long and hard. Their bodies grinded together and James' cock grew harder. But it wasn't his cock that would get the attention this time. Mary unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down the zipper. She pushed them down her legs and stepped out before also removing her panties. James watched her climb onto the washing machine and spread her legs.

"Now, how good are you with your tongue, James?" she asked.

He knew better than to refuse. Plus, he didn't want to. The beautiful pussy with short, fine, blonde hair surrounding it was too inviting. He leaned over and licked the inside of Mary's thighs, slowly working his way towards her clit. Mary put a hand inside her shirt and played with one of her nipples, waiting anxiously for her brother to start bringing her towards an orgasm.

James spread open her moist, pink pussy and wasted no time in seeking out her swollen clit. Mary leaned back and moaned as his tongue began a series of long, hard licks. The washing machine lurched under her as it began the next cycle. She clung to James' head and pulled him closer as the vibration of the washer and the action of his tongue drove her wild.

Then the clit was between his lips and James was sucking on it, pulling on it and stabbing it with the tip of his tongue until Mary's muffled squeals joined the sound of the washer. James could feel her moisture on his chin as it collected outside her pussy. Mary clamped her legs around his head and begged him to make her cum.

James knew he would not be fucking his sister during this encounter. So he did the next best thing: he thrust his tongue deep inside her pussy and listened to her whimper with pleasure. He sought out every wet crevice before returning to her clit.

"Oh my God, yes! I'm so close. Don't stop, James! Don't stop!"

His mouth engulfed the clit and he hung on while Mary's body shuddered on top of the already shaking machine. Her cries grew more desperate. His tongue flicked across her receptive skin.

"Now! Now, James! Ohhhhhh...."

Mary came in multiple bursts of ecstasy. James reached up and seized her tits, and each twist of her nipples resulted in new moans from Mary. His hands were underneath her, holding her up by the ass to give him better access to her pussy. Fortunately, the washer began a noisy spin cycle that negated Mary's little yelps.

It seemed to James like an eternity before his sister was sliding off the washer and limply into his arms.



The next day, as James settled into his extended stay hotel suite, he thought about the previous forty eight hours and how they had changed his life. Certainly, his relationship with Mary would never be the same. Even if they never renewed the sexual bond, they couldn't look at each other again without remembering what happened.

He was putting away clothes, stressing over the timeframe provided earlier by the insurance company and remodelers, when he heard a knock on the door. As he walked to it, he guessed it might be the hotel staff, or his insurance agent—one of the only people who knew where he was—or...

Mary.

"Hi, James," she said when the door opened.

"Hi, Mary. Come on in."

She carried a grocery bag full of food and immediately strode to the kitchenette's table and deposited it there with a smile.

"I can only imagine what you planned on eating here," she said.

"I planned on eating out."

She walked over to her brother. "Too expensive. I bought you some good stuff."

"Thanks, sis. You shouldn't have," he said.

James felt his body react at once to the sight of Mary in a tight sweater and short skirt. Her nipples seemingly threatened to poke through the sweater and he stared despite all efforts not to.

Mary looked up at him. "I can stay and cook the first meal, if you want."

"I don't think...I mean, you really don't have to," James told her. "I'll be fine."

"Do I frighten you now?" she asked innocently.

James was taken aback by the question, but had to admit that the thought was on his mind. He knew his self-control was weakened after the two incidents inside her house. Now they were alone behind a locked door. And she looked stunning.

"I wouldn't say 'frighten,'" James replied.

Mary smiled and began to put the groceries away. "Then what?"

James was staring at every move she made, stretching to put cans onto the top shelves, her little skirt straining to reach the bottom of her ass and her sweater threatening to expose her tits. He sat in the closest chair outside the kitchen area.

"I just don't trust you anymore."

Mary giggled and said, "Ahhh, we were just playing around. Nobody got hurt, right?"

"Ben's going to hurt one of us, or both, if he finds out," James said.

"He won't. I'm not worried about him. Right now, you are more important."

She completed her task in silence and James was grateful, though still a bit suspicious.

"Now, let me take a quick tour of this place. You stay there," she said firmly.

James sat as instructed while Mary entered the bedroom. The stillness was a bit unnerving over the next sixty seconds. Then Mary reappeared.

James' worst fears came true. His sister had removed her skirt and stood in the doorway with only her sweater on. As she slowly walked closer, he could see that she wore panties, or something, underneath. Mary wasn't going to keep him in suspense for long. She turned her back to him and pulled up the sweater just enough to show him that it was a thong. She quickly dropped the sweater back down over her ass and turned to face him once more.

"If I can't cook for you, maybe I can do something else," she said softly.

"Mary...," James began.

But he couldn't finish as he watched her hand slide up the inside of her thigh and onto the front of her thong. Mary gave him fleeting glimpses of the tiny patch of material covering her pussy as her arm lifted the sweater on one side and her hand leisurely travelled up and down between her legs.




Can You Help A Brother?



After a brief display, Mary moved her hands up to her breasts and squeezed them from outside her sweater. James watched the smooth skin rise and fall inside the deep cut v-neck and her nipples harden each time she touched them.

"Are you getting hard?" she asked without stopping.

James didn't answer. But Mary knew.

"Take off your pants for me, James."

Mary was essentially dancing before him without any music as he undid his pants and began to remove them. She turned to offer him quick glances at her youthful ass cheeks, so that by the time he was down to his shorts, the start of his erection was unquestionable. Mary's eyes never left her brother's crotch as she used both hands to lift the sweater up to her waist, and then her stomach, and finally to the bottom of her tits.

She stepped closer and turned her ass to James. He could almost reach out and touch it, but clearly Mary did not want that...yet. She pivoted once again and taunted him with just a hint of her tits.

"Let me see it," she whispered.

James pulled down his underpants so that his cock was free, leaning off to one side and starting to throb.

"Take the underpants off."

James stripped down to just his shirt and leaned back in the chair.

"Hold your cock, James. I want to see you stroke it," Mary said.

The sight of James beginning his masturbation was enough to embolden Mary into a more revealing dance. She was almost straddling his legs when the sweater finally rose high enough to show him her beautiful tits. James was completely hard now and the need to cum was already building. Would she give him another incredible blowjob? Would she want to watch him cum while he masturbated?

Mary pulled the sweater over her head and held it by her side as she thrust her chest forward and leaned over. She saw the look of craving on James' face as the tits dangled enticingly close. She saw the huge head of his cock grow a darker pink with each passing stroke of his hand.

Mary leaned back and stood with her legs spread wide. A single hand started at her stomach and slid down until the fingernails disappeared inside the thong. James saw the outline of her fingers under the material as she reached for her clit. Inch by inch the hand lowered until Mary's mouth opened and a sigh emerged when she made contact.

They masturbated together for what seemed an eternity. James had to slow down or he would have cum. Mary sped up to increase the moisture collecting outside her pussy. Her hand sank lower and her middle finger drew her juices up to her clit. The thong slid lower on her hips until, at last, Mary began to push it down.

James stopped yanking on his cock while Mary got naked. She smiled, knowing how close he was; how desperate he must have been. Once undressed, Mary returned a hand to her pussy and very slowly inserted two fingers into her pussy. James was holding his cock once more.

Mary's hand worked itself in every direction over and around her pussy. She alternated between rubbing her clit and driving a finger or two deep inside her wet cunt. Her free hand played with a tit and rolled the nipple between her fingers. In every way, she was doing to herself what she knew James wanted to be doing.

"There's only one thing we never got to do at my house," Mary said.

"What's that?" James asked, although he knew the answer. He dreaded the answer, yet his heart raced at the thought.

Mary began to climb onto his lap. James removed his hand and let his rigid cock feel the warmth of her pussy.

"We never fucked," she replied. "I want to fuck now. I think you do, too."

"We shouldn't," James said weakly.

"We have to. We'll always regret it if we don't."

Mary was sliding her soaked skin along the entire length of his shaft, putting more and more of her weight into it each time. She took hold of James' hands and put them on her tits. He instantly began to knead them roughly.

"No. We can't," he said.

Mary raised herself a few inches and let his cock extend up towards her. A small shift in her position and the tip of the cock rested between the soft lips of her pussy. Another move and the head began to spread open her cunt.

"Mary. Mary!"

Mary had never felt a thicker, harder cock enter her before. James had never put his cock inside a hotter, wetter, tighter hole. And only an inch or two of his erection had been inserted. They moaned in chorus as Mary gradually lowered herself until her ass rested in James' body.

"Oh...my...God, that feels so good," Mary declared.

Her brother was speechless. He felt her muscles tighten even harder around his cock and then Mary was bobbing up and down, her tits beginning to sway with each new plunge of James' cock. He instinctively put his hands on her hips. Then he was holding her by the top of her ass, gently squeezing her flesh and enjoying the incredible sensation of fucking his sister.

He watched her play with her tits again. He gazed at the pleasure-filled look on her face. He listened to the sound of their sex; the sliding of his cock into her drenched pussy; the slapping of their skin each time she dropped onto his shaft.

They fucked in absolute harmony for several minutes. Mary had moved a hand between her legs and was rubbing her clit. Her moans signaled that she was close.

"Ohhhhhh fuck, James. Yes! Yessss! Fuck me harder, please!"

He held her in place and rammed his cock up into her as hard and fast as he could.

"Cum for me, Mary."

He couldn't believe he was saying it. But he wanted it so bad. He wanted to feel her cum and hear her cum.

"Yes! Almost. Oh God!" she cried out.

Then she squealed with delight as the first of many, many orgasms overtook her. She writhed on top of James' cock and frantically rubbed her clit, crying out with each new wave of pleasure. James felt his own orgasm growing nearer, but he held it back as long as he could to allow Mary to finish.

Perspiration gathered on her forehead and strands of her hair stuck to it as she finally neared the end.

Then James cried out, "Get up."

Mary rose just enough to let James take his cock in his hand. Three strokes later, the first burst of warm, white cum streamed onto his stomach and shirt. Mary leaned down and licked around the head of his cock as more and more cum shot out. It hit her on the cheek as she tried to lick it off his body and James laughed at the sight of it dripping down her chin.

Only then did they come together in the chair, arms wrapped around each other and kisses bringing them back to near normal.

"Maybe after we eat, we can try the bed," Mary murmured into his ear.

"We have to eat first?" James asked.



Can You Help Me With My Bra?



This is a story about this one guy playing video games~ sitting on his soft red leather couch in just his boxers~ while his gorgeous lover walks out of the bathroom, fresh from the shower

Attempting to escape from many of his opponents, he doesn't glance from the screen or think twice until she says, "can you help me with my bra?" It distracts him enough for it to lead to his demise, only a quick sting of unhappiness afflicts him. He gazes over to her, standing there with some tiny underwear and a red n black bra hanging unsnapped that screams, "I'm very naughty~" she sits down on the couch next to him to make it easier, but that naughty boy has other plans~ he slides the bra down off her shoulders and hugs her to his chest, his arms around her sides and cute tummy. A couple kisses on her neck and she's his for the taking.

~i'm licking your earlobe as my hands come up to squeeze your wonderful boobs and pinch your nipples I don't need to see your face to watch your eyes close and your mouth open just enough for a little moan to escape. I'm getting harder as this goes on and I poke you a little in your lower back to give you an idea of my excitement.

I reach down to the front of your panties and begin rubbing your pussy. Its quick wetness surprises me and we both moan together as I slide a finger inside you. Only seconds go by when you turn your eyes to look at me and say, "I'm nice and clean, inside and out, just for you". It's the hottest thing I've ever heard and it drives me wild!

I pick you up so you're standing and almost rip your panties off, taking only a second to gaze at your gorgeous pussy and ass before diving in and licking up and down your pussy ferociously. It's over a minute before I can pry myself from your lovely thick lips to catch a little bit of your wetness with my thumb. As soon as I do so I go back to tasting your delicious pussy and begin rubbing my thumb against your tight little asshole. It's starting to distract me, seeing your tight little hole being rubbed so nicely, and so I press my thumb inside it, just a little bit. I decide I want to, no, I need to lick your beautiful little anal entrance right this second.

I'm lost in lust as I lick and lick and lick your butt. I just cant get enough of it. I love thinking about how naughty it is, I love thinking about how amazing it is, I love feeling those big white cheeks on my face, they look like mountains from so close, heavenly mountains of squishy goodness. You're gorgeous.

I didn't even notice it, but sometime during this pussy and ass eating frenzy you've moved yourself onto the couch, on all fours bent over the arm. I reach forward to squeeze and fondle your tits some more. I love it, it feels like its bliss for both of us.

Your ass practically shines in the light of the day, and your pussy looks just as beautiful right below it. I definitely can't wait much longer. But I want to see your mouth around my cock. I walk around in front of you and you throw my boxers from my waist to the floor. With a gleam in your eyes you grab my pulsating cock like you've fallen from a cliff and its the only thing you have to hold on to. You can't seem to get it into your mouth fast enough, it's so wet I love it. You give it a lovely bath in your saliva and then push me away. With a smile you look at me and tell me to, "get back there and give you a proper fucking." I smile, loving your silly englishness.

Back behind you I take my soaking wet cock and push it up against your pussy lips. I stop to push my thumb in first then take it out and at the same moment, I push my cock into your pussy, and my thumb into your ass. A sigh of pure pleasure leaves both of us as I feel your pussy and ass gripping me tightly. I push my thumb in as far as I can and start fucking you wildly, god you feel good. It's wonderful to hear your voice breathing deeply, moaning, begging for it harder, telling me to really fuck that pussy, fuck it as if it was the tightest ass in the world. I love hearing you telling me how big I feel inside you.

"Stop!" you scream at me and I'm startled. "Take it out!". And I do, I start to ask what's wrong and I'm cut off. Cut off by a very hot and sexy short sentence. A sentence so many guys would love to hear. "Put it in my ass." It's so wonderful to hear, and what comes after is just as beautiful. "Put it in my ass and fuck me hard. Come on, fuck my brains out."

"No wait" you say as you turn to face me and push me back so i'm sitting on the couch. Clambering over you straddle my legs, and grasping my cock with your left hand you slowly lower your ass onto my waiting manhood. I feel the softness and wetness of your cleanly shaven pussy against my body as you take more and more of my rock hard cock into your delicious butt. Your right hand comes up, cupping the back of my head as you cover my face in hungry kisses, stopping at my mouth our tongues entwine. Slowly rocking back and forth on my cock as your body adapts to it's length and girth, you search my body with those small delicate hands, your touch becoming more forceful as you quicken your pace on my cock. You pull your head back, sucking on my bottom lip a little as you leave my mouth, i feel your body tense slightly as your orgasm hits, bringing my head down I suck in a gorgeous nipple, a small whimper of pleasure escapes from your half open mouth.

"God I love your cock in my ass" such naughty words from such a sweet mouth. You've raised your legs up and are now squatting over me, like an animal you lick and kiss and nibble at my neck and shoulders as your tight ass bounces eagerly on my thick cock. My hands reach round, each grasping a luscious cheek, pulling you down onto me with increasing force. The sounds of our bodies slapping together is hypnotic, your breathing tells me you're getting close again, I push myself up giving you every last bit of my cock. Suddenly you cling to me, your hot breath on my neck as your body shudders in ecstasy, it feels like my cock is being sucked into your ass with each gasp.

"Now you can fuck my brains out", a smile appears on my lips as you climb off me and bend over the arm of the couch.

I spit a little on my cock and then line it up with your ass. I ask if you're ready and you don't even answer, you just impale your big juicy ass on my cock, in one swift sexy stroke. God it's tight, I'm sure I'm in heaven when without any warning you start bouncing against me, trying to get more and more of my cock up your tight little butt. And man do I give it to you. Hard anal pounding, deep ass fucking, loud smacks from our skin coming together then bouncing off the walls and the sound is beautiful. I can feel us fucking, I can see us fucking, and now I can hear us fucking.

We fuck hard and loud for several minutes before I pull you up to me and slow down a bit, I want to feel those tits again, gosh I love them. I squeeze them in my hands as you turn your head to me and we have a wet sloppy way-too-horny kiss that seems to last forever. And as soon as it breaks I'm holding onto your tits and back to fucking your ass hard. You have another loud orgasm and as you come off of it you ask me to fuck your pussy again. I love that idea and I take my cock out of your ass while holding your cheeks apart and let my engorged head lead the way back into your dripping wet pussy. Your little hole is gazing up at me stretched open from my cock and I don't want to let it close, so I hold it open and use my grip on your hips to pull you back and forth as we start moaning to the feelings of me reaching deep into your pussy. It seems like only seconds go by before you cum hard, moaning and shaking, and I get this wonderful idea.

I fuck you some more until you're about to cum again, and as soon as I feel your pussy contracting around me I pull it out and put it back in your ass. Instantly fucking your ass hard as you're still on the orgasm from your pussy. You're screaming my name as I ravage your asshole. I tell you you're amazing as I shove my cock up your ass. And as soon as I hear you say you're cumming, I pull it out of your ass again and shove it back into your pussy. I keep fucking you there until your orgasm ends. Then I switch back and forth for a bit, a stroke in your ass, then a stroke in your pussy, then your ass, then your pussy. I tell you you're an amazing woman, that I'm extremely lucky to be able to do the crazy things you let me do. In between moans you tell me that I am indeed the luckiest guy on earth. We laugh a little and I stop switching holes to give your ass more of me. Several more minutes of cumming and us getting nice and sweaty leave me close and you very satisfied.

I ask you what we should do about it. You come up with this brilliant idea that you whisper in my ear, and I love it, it's really hot. You flip over onto your back and I slip my cock into your ass. We fuck like this for awhile, lots of kisses, between your nipples and your lips I'm in a very kissy mood. As I get close I sit up and pull your legs together, so your pussy is looking beautifully back up at me, with your knees both over my left shoulder. I fuck you hard and deep with my right hand on your left breast squeezing the nipple, and we cum together. As soon as my first spurt comes I let it go in your ass, then I pull my cock out and put it in your pussy for the second spurt. The third spasm is shot right back in your butt and the fourth in your creamy pussy. I leave it in your ass for everything after that, gasping and staring into your eyes. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen right now, and I'm exactly where I should be. Bliss on earth. I lean down to give you some kisses and they're wonderful, loving and thankful.

I sit up and pull myself out. Both of your holes drip some of me out, and its beautiful. I reach for a tissue to wipe some cum off of me, but you swat my hand away, you won't have that. You hop off the couch, kneel on the floor and take my cock in your mouth, sucking the cum off of it. Then you do that hot thing where you hold it up, and squeeze from the base to the tip, forcing all the cum out onto your tongue which is stuck out as much as it could be, holding all the cum you've collected. You get it all then stand up and push me back against the couch. Sitting down on my lap we share the most crazy cum kiss we've ever had. Our mouths eventually part, a string of cum still connecting them, and at the same time we say we love each other. And we do. The kind of love that only us who enjoy sex like we do ever could. Total pleasure and satisfaction. 



Can You Imagine?



Can you imagine, a day so long, your mind and body exhausted from the work you toil with. As you step through my door carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders, all you desire is for all of it to go away, if just for a moment. The stress of your life bearing down upon you like a carnivore upon its prey ready to consume you.

You long for rest, for relaxation, your body craves attention, a break. Your mind desires to shut down and forget everything for a while, to stop its constant whirling of information running here and there. Your head hurts, your feet are sore and your back is weary. You have pushed yourself to physical limits and beyond, demanded by those that seek the admiration for your hard efforts. Efforts that you deserve recognition for, that you know you will never receive.

Can you imagine, me walking up to you as you throw your coat on the sofa. Looking deeply into your eyes, tenderly putting my arms around your waist, pulling you close. Your eyes so elegant yet so deep with frustrations of the day to day. Speaking softly as if to say, "I cant take anymore, help me."

I take deep notice of your pain and pull you to the sofa to remove your heels, massaging your feet gently. Pulling all of the aches they have suffered through the day out and into my hands to be quickly discarded through the strength of my body. Bearing the weight they have carried all day long, the gorgeous frame of your body and the insurmountable dilemmas that you have faced.

You run your hand across my cheek, without a word you look at me and tell me you need rest, a moment in time where you can forget all. To close your eyes and leave the world behind, taking with you only those things that bring you utter fulfillment.

Can you imagine, as I pick you up, you laying your head upon my shoulder. Your eyes closed and longing for the sleep that your body is so very much in need of. I carry you to the bathroom where I set you down upon your feet, your body wavering as if the forces outside are pushing and pulling. You open your eyes and take notice of where you are. The room is light elegantly with the light of a thousand candles placed all around. As if in a dream, the firelight dances upon the walls, entrancing your senses.

I pull upon the buttons of your blouse, separating them and opening the fine fabric, pulling it off your luxurious shoulders and down your weakened arms. I pull down softly at the short black business skirt that you had pulled up so many hours earlier in preparation for the day. Loosening your bra that has held up your breast and freeing them to naturally lay where they may, discarding it quickly to the side. Pulling down the beautiful lace panties that constrains your sex, constricting, and allowing your skin to finally breathe.

Can you imagine, as you stand before me completely open and vulnerable, trusting me and my touch. Your legs weak and your head tottering slowly, hair falling about your back and shoulders, searching for your pillow. I kiss you softly on your lips and again pick you up, coddling you close to me like a child, like a soul that I love so deeply. I carry you and place you gently into the warm waters of the bath that I have drawn for you. The healing waters breach the contours of your body and it envelops you completely.

Being submersed in a blanket of warmth your muscles begin to relax, crying forth for an end to the tension. You sigh and a small smile breaks upon your lips as if to acknowledge the gift that I have given you. Kneeling beside the large tub my hands got to work. Lathering a warm soft cloth with the finest soap, scented with the aroma of lavender which calms you and puts your mind at ease. I bathe you gently, moving the cloth across your shoulders and neck, pulling from them the weight you long to discard. My other hand following the cloth closely behind as if to embed the sensual love that my heart is openly giving to you.

Can you imagine, my hands running across your breast as the warm water breaks away to make room for them and their path. My hands drawing out the suffering that you have endured and replacing the suffering with complete devotion. Your eyes are closed as you enjoy the richness of this moment while my hands glide across your flesh. Sucking out all of the negative vibes, the negative thoughts from your mind. Replacing the negative energies with renewal and hope. My hands work their way across your stomach and notices the quiver as it attempts to remind you of your hunger. My hands acknowledge this and are softly removed.

I dry my hands on the Turkish cotton beside me and reach for a white plate, adorned with the finest presentation of the wonderful food your body craves for nourishment. Taking the silver fork and piercing a small portion of the most juicy and savory meat, I bid you to open your mouth and you part your lips with gratitude. I place the meat between your lips and without opening your eyes you take it in. Your face melts at the delightful tastes that wash across the palate of your tongue. Perfectly seasoned and marinated in the finest wines, you open your eyes for the first time to see what it is that I have fed you. Your eyebrows curl and then look up to me and with a puppy dog look that thanks me. I feed you, not wanting your arms to bear anymore labor then they already have for the day. In quite seclusion we are embraced in the methodical dance of the candlelight.

Can you imagine, your stomach is satisfied and now prepares itself for the work it has to do. Drawing even more of the negative energy from your body and pulling that energy to the spellbinding meal you have taken in. I reach for your feet, lavishing them with the scent of lavender and drawing forth the pressure they have encapsulated and longing to relinquish. My hands soothe you and your mind withdraws to a blissful state of relaxation while your bath continues. My hands do not miss a beat as they run their course up your legs and down your thighs, bringing you to a state of weary arousal. Your body longing to be taken, yet desiring rest. 

I know what your body needs more and for that I do not touch you but a moment. As if in that brief moment that my hand slides across the folds of your sex, drives the desire of my humanity to be one with you. Yet at the same time also bears the knowledge of your weariness and your greater need for blissful slumber. My hands respect you as they continue to wash away the troubles of your day with each stroke of my fingertips across the moistened skin of your legs as they work their way back down to your feet. My hands have performed their magic and bathed you completely. Even your back feels the sensation of my hands and arms as they bury themselves deep beneath you in the blanket of warm water that sedates you.

Can you imagine, as I take your hand in mine at the depths of the warmth and pull it up, bidding you to stand but for a moment longer, assuring you that you will stand no more to follow. Your legs comply with the renewal they have been given by my soft touch and bring your gorgeous frame back upon your feet. Gently I pour across your shoulders warm baby oil, for your skin is deserving. It cascades down your form like small crystalline rivers filling quickly the tiniest crevices and basins of your skin. Running its course across your breast, around your nipples and falling to the warm water below from the base of your breast Some even rolling beneath your breast to continues its path along your flesh below as if the power of your body defies gravity and physics, pulling the warm oil, and clinging to it.

My hands again slowly and gently massage the oil deep into your skin as if to penetrate your consciousness with absolute pleasure and utter bliss. Your mind has melded away all fears and worries of your day with each passing caress of my hands. You suddenly feel so very far away from all that has troubled your mind and your body, pulling you into a new state of calm. A calm that takes your mind and soul and draws you to the renewed vigor your body had not so long ago longed for. As the oil saturates your skin, you feel what little negative energy remaining in your body become ripped away and replaced by the warmth of the tender love of my hands. A love that exceeds the depths of the oceans, the highest peaks, and the vastness of space. Your entire body, cleansed and purified by this love, it fills you completely and creates deep within the graciousness for this act.

Can you imagine, as the muscles in your legs can bear no more weight, my hands take notice of their trembling. I pick you up yet again, removing this weight from your tired soles. You are not cold, the warmth of the oil has spread deeply within and maintains the warmth across your body. I carry your moist body to a small sofa in my bedroom and lay you down. The finest Turkish cotton compiled to create the towel beneath you feels like a bed of rose petals upon your flesh. I reach for a towel and dry your body completely, from your shoulders and neck to the tips of your toes. I rub vigorously with the soft towel, grabbing whatever is left of your tiring day and soaking it up with the soft fabric. You feel completely relaxed, every muscle in your body now properly prepared for the state that you mind desires so much. A state that will take you to complete fantasy, dreams, that will seize you and your body, carrying them on a blanket of clouds. Your eyes open briefly for the last time as I again pick you up and carry you to bed. Looking deep into my eyes as I smile upon you, you tell me how much you appreciate this act.

I lay you down upon my bed, on the softest cottons and you bury your hands beneath your cheek and coil up like a child. Your eyes close for the last time, so gratefully and brings you to soft sensuous sleep. I lay behind you, my left arm above your head, my right moving to and fro upon the soft skin of your thigh, your hip, your waist, your side as if to guard and shield your soul from the terrors of horrific dreams that may haunt you. For they fear my hands, because they protect you and keep you safe. You fall deeply as your subconscious is aware of this protection and the sleep you so desire takes you completely.

Can you imagine?



Can You Keep a Secret?



This story is about an experience between two siblings that have always been close and live with their parents while they attend college. The story centers around a hot tub that the siblings often get in together and talk. The events in the story take place as a "crime" of opportunity because the parents are on an extended vacation. 

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"Can you keep a secret?"

"Yeah."

"I mean it. You can't tell mom and dad."

"I promise."

"I have this bathing suit. I don't know why I bought it. Maybe just cause having it makes me feel sexy, because I would never wear the thing in public. But I thought if it was okay with you I would wear it in the hot tub tonight since it's just the two of us."

"So it's skimpy?"

"Very... I mean really skimpy."

"Is it a... thong?"

"Yes"

"OK, you can wear it and I promise I won't tell mom and dad, but you have to promise me one thing."

"What?"

"I know you're my sister, but he may not be able to remember so well. " I pointed at my crotch. "You come out here in a thong and I'm going to get an erection. I won't be able to help it. I don't think I'll be able to help trying to sneak peeks at your ass either. Are you okay with that?"

"You better take a look! I want you to tell me what you think of how I look in it... not that you have to stop looking once you've given me your opinion."

"All right well I'll go get changed and I'll get the hot tub uncovered. I'll see you out there."

I rushed to my room and changed as quickly as I possibly could. I didn't want to get out there and have her already under the water where I couldn't get a good look at her. I was back out to the tub in a flash and got the cover off and the jets started. I got in the water and waited for her to come out.

She stepped out onto the deck with a towel wrapped around her.

"Ooooo... that's revealing"

"Sorry... it's a little embarrassing"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to give you a hard time. Why don't you drop the towel and do a twirl for me so I can tell you what I think."

She did and I almost couldn't speak for a bit. Her body was amazing and the bathing suit covered as little as I think one can imagine. There was no doubt in my mind that she had shaven her pubic hair. The suit didn't cover up enough to allow for any hair hiding under that tiny piece of material. Her ass was small and tight and the way her tits floated you would think that they were full of air.

"Nice! It's too bad you have to get under the water. I could 'form my opinion' of that bathing suit all night."

"You think I look good in it?"

"You look amazing. The only way you could look any better would be out of it. You better get in the water before I get any harder."

"Harder?"

"Yeah, the sight of you would give any strait guy an erection."

"Can I see?"

I didn't know what to say. Was she asking me to expose myself to her? I was well endowed and wouldn't have minded. And if I did maybe I would be able to get her to show me something more as well. 

"Alright, I guess."

I stood up and looped my thumbs in my waistband and readied to bare myself.

"Whoa! I didn't mean bare! I just meant with your shorts on, I thought I would be able to make it out."

She was right about that. I was hard and the bulge of my cock stood out quite well against the wet shorts clinging to by body.

"Oh... well, then there you go."

"It's big."

"Thanks!" Her eyes lingered on my crotch.

"Sorry, I shouldn't stare."

"Don't worry about it. In that bathing suit I'm going to be checking you out all night."

We laughed and both set down in the water and chatted for a little while. I realized I had almost forgotten that she was nearly naked underneath the water and so I asked,

"What inspired you to get that suit? I mean, you were lucky to get to wear it even now."

"Are you having a hard time imagining your turtle neck wearing little sister as a sexual being?" The smile on her face told me that she was just giving me a hard time.

"Yeah, I guess that it is a little different than how I'm used to thinking of you. Though that suit has me thinking sexual thoughts and it's kind of hot."

"I'm much more sexual than you think."

"Have... you... had sex?"

"Ha ha... no I am a virgin. In fact I've never even kissed a boy. But that doesn't mean that I don't want too, or don't think about it... a lot."

"Now you're starting to sound like a guy. Are you going to tell me that you masturbate all the time too?"

"Not all the time, just every night and sometimes in the shower."

I sat up. "Really?"

"Oh, you don't?"

"Well yeah, but everyone just assumes that guys do it."

"Well girls do it too." There was a quiet moment.

"Hey."

"Yeah?"

"Were you really going to show me your hard-on earlier or were you just teasing me?" I thought how I wanted to answer that question. I definitely wanted to increase the sexual tension that I was feeling in the air.

"Yeah, I was. I figured if you had the guts to come out here in that bikini I ought to at least show you the result if you wanted."

"What if I did want to see it?"

I looked her straight in the eyes. "Do you want to?"

"Yes." Saying the word seemed to take her breath away. I didn't want the whole situation to get too intense and have her start backing off so I decided to lighten the mood a little.

"OK. But once these shorts come off they aren't going back on. I've always wanted to sit in this tub au naturale. Is that OK?"

"I don't care if you stay naked." I wondered if this was just her being curious or if the whole think was as sexual for her as it was for me. I decided to find out.

"Do you want me to take them off or do you want to do it?" I stood up and walked over to her.

She reached out pulled the string on my shorts 'til the knot came undone and then grabbed the shorts on the side and pulled down. The waistband caught on my erection and she had to pull it over the head of my dick and then down. She looked at me for a moment. After a few seconds I said,

"So what do you think?"

She was sitting down and I was standing up. Her face was less than a foot from my cock, giving her a very up close view. She didn't respond to my question.

"Well?"

She looked up at me. "I have the urge to do something crazy." My mind reeled with what she might be thinking of.

"Go ahead."

"You promise you won't be mad at me? No matter what I do; no matter how crazy it is?"

"I promise." She looked straight up at me like she was unsure. "I promise," I repeated

She reached out and wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and for a moment I thought that she just wanted to feel me, but she pulled my cock toward her while she leaned forward and kissed the head of my cock. But it wasn't a peck, it was the kiss of someone that had given in to an urge and is going to give in all the way. Her mouth was open and her tongue swirled around the head of my cock while she sucked gently on the tip. Soon she started moving her mouth up and down taking my cock taking it in. She seemed like a woman possessed, moving up and down fast and deep. Her mouth started to hit her hand that was still wrapped around the shaft of my cock and she moved her hands to my hips so that she could control how deep she was taking me in. I watched her and realized that she was trying to take me as deep as she possibly could. I'm about seven and half inches so I didn't think that there was any way that she could take me all in, but I was definitely appreciating the effort. When she took me the deepest, I could tell that she had me at the very back of her throat and was trying to figure out how to take me in deeper than that. This continued for a few minutes and I could tell that I was getting close to coming. At that moment she must have figured out how to relax her throat because with the next downward movement of her mouth on my cock I felt something loosen at the back her throat and the remaining three inches of my cock disappeared into her mouth. It took her by surprise and she gagged a little, but within a few strokes she was deep throating me with ease, forcing my cock down her throat every time she took me in. I knew I was about to come and I thought it was only fair to warn her.

"I'm going to come."

She pulled away and looked up at me. "Can you help it? I don't want to stop yet."

"Then you're going to have to take it easy on me. Stop for a minute so I can back off a little."

"Does stopping mean taking you out of my mouth?"

"It doesn't have to."

"Then tell me when to start."

And with that she placed my cock back in her mouth, but not down her throat, and held very still. It took a few minutes for me to get calmed down enough that I thought I could take it for any amount of time.

"OK, I'm ready." She took my cock out of her mouth and looked up at me.

"Next time don't warn me, just come. I want to be surprised by it. Is it okay if when you start coming, I stop taking you so deep? I want your come in my mouth."

"That's fine."

Her question was almost enough to make me shoot off my load into her face right then. But her mouth was already on me and she was moving faster then she had ever before taking me fast and deep, shoving my cock down her throat with hard plunges down my shaft. I felt my orgasm hit me and then my come shooting out my cock, the first shot going deep down her throat. She stopped deep throating me but kept moving up and down my shaft while I filled her mouth. When I was done coming she held her hand in front of her face and spit my come into her hand. At first I was disappointed, but then licked about half of my load back into her mouth. With her left hand she undid the strap on her bikini top and I only had a second to enjoy my first sight of her bare breasts before she began rubbing my come on them. When she had come all over her breast, she rubbed the rest of it on her face. She then spit the second half of it into her hand and reached out and rubbed it all over my cock. Once my cock was a sticky mess she leaned forward and started sucking me again, mixing the taste of my come with the feeling of my cock in her mouth. 

After a couple minutes took her mouth off of my cock and I noticed that my come was still all over my cock. I thought that she hadn't been able to bring herself to swallow it but then she leaned forward and began to clean the come off of my cock by licking up and down my shaft, swallowing my come as she went. When she was done she leaned backward relaxing and her come covered tits fell below the water's surface. I sat down too and looked at her face still smeared with my come, and wondered what she was thinking behind her closed eyes. I hardly knew what I was thinking, but my mind way reeling. What had just happened? Even though it had been my first blow job, I had an idea that no one would ever give me one that compared at all. After a few minutes of silence she finally spoke.

"That was the hottest fucking thing that had ever happened to me. My cunt feels like it's tingling I'm so turned on." I saw my opportunity.

"I can take care of that for you if you want."

"What do you mean?" She finally opened her eyes and looked at me.

"Well, you tasted my come; I'd love to see what you taste like."

"Okay, but that isn't how I want to come."

"Oh, no? Did you have something in mind?"

"I want to suck your cock while I touch myself. And when you come, I want you to come right on my clit. I want to be rubbing your come on myself when I climax."

"It might take me a little longer to come a second time."

"Then why don't you start with your taste."

She got out of the water and sat on the edge of the hot tub. Her breasts were gorgeous, her nipples small and erect. She spread her legs and leaned back. I moved toward her to take off her bikini bottom. I positioned my face between her thighs and reached up to undo the ties on the side of her bikini. As I moved the tiny piece of fabric and revealed the last bit of her that had been left up to my imagination, I felt an incredible urge to stand up and plunge my cock into her virgin pussy. Her cunt was smooth, her lip and clit clearly visible with her legs spread in front of my face. Instead I leaned forward and began to run my tongue up and down her lips, alternatively flicking my tongue across her clit and plunging my tongue inside her. She was right about being turned on, she was literally dripping juice out of her cunt for me to savor and swallow. Eventually I began to concentrate on her clit. I knew that she wanted to come with me shooting my load onto her cunt, but I knew she was amazingly aroused and I wanted to make her come right then. It wasn't long before she told me to stop, that she was fixing to come. I set my hands on her hips and held my mouth against her, my tongue swirling around the little bump that was sending shiver through her body. She tried to squirm away for a minute and then stopped fighting me. I heard her make a small moan and then she cried out,'

"Oooooohhhhhh..... Fuuuuuuck.... Oooooohhhhh..."

When she stopped moaning, her body relaxed, but she didn't move. I knew she was enjoying the slow fade of her orgasm, so I reached up and, wrapping my arms around her, pulled her back into the water. I set her in my lap, leaning against my chest, with her head on my shoulder. I could feel her breath on my chest. It was very intimate, but I figured after what we had just done, I wouldn't seem out of line. I felt her body shake a little, and pulling away slightly to look at her face, I noticed that she was crying. I was suddenly very afraid that she was regretting what we had done.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

"No tell me. I'll be so sorry that I let this happen if you hate yourself for it."

"So... you're not sorry that we did this."

"No... not unless you are."

"I'm not sorry. I'm glad it happened. I don't want it to stop."

"Then why are you crying."

"Everything, it felt so wonderful, like nothing I'd ever felt before. But not just that, I was glad that it was you. And when I was coming, I thought of your cock in my mouth, and that I could still taste come in my mouth and feel your tongue pushing against my clit. And it wasn't just a cock, or just some come, or just a tongue. It was your tongue, and your dick, and, oh god, the taste of YOUR come, and it felt so wonderful and I was so glad that this all happened with you, and I just started crying." 

"So it's all a good thing?"

"Yes."

We were both silent for a moment and I just held her against me. The moment was beautiful and I almost felt sorry that my hard cock was pressed against her leg, detracting from the moment. She whispered in my ear.

"I know this seems like a silly request, but can I kiss you?"

"Of course."

She moved so that she was straddling my lap and then pulled her body next to mine. Her breast pressed against my chest as her cunt pressed up against my cock. Then she tilted her head up at me, put her hand on the back of my head and kissed me. It was not gentle, or subtle. Her mouth was open, the taste of her tongue filling my mouth. It was passionate and devourous. I hardly felt like a participant. She kissed like she sucked cock: wild and hungry. Soon she started to rub herself against my erection, building her arousal. She pulled away from our kiss but never stopped rubbing against me.

"I guess you can tell that I don't do things half hearted?"

"Yeah."

"I want something else and I want it like that kiss I just gave you."

"Okay"

"I want you to be my first." Even after everything that had just happened, I was shocked.

"You mean... have sex?"

"Yes, but I don't want you to act like some sensitive guy that wants to be gentle for his girlfriends first time. I want your cock in my cunt the way I wanted it in my mouth: deep and hard and fast. Even if it hurts. That's what I want. Can you do that, even if you can tell your hurting me, can you give it to me hard as long as I don't tell you to stop?"

"Are you sure that's what you want?"

"I might want it gentle other times, but this time, with you, my first... yes, that's how I want it."

"How will I know that it's as hard as you want?"

"Just keep giving it to me harder until it's as hard as you can or I tell you to ease up."

"All right."

"Remember no matter what I say, unless I tell you to go slower, you just keep giving it to me."

"Okay. How do you want to do this... I mean what position do you want to be in?"

"We can do it anyway you want for the rest of the week, but I want my first time to be from behind. Is that ok? I know it's your first time too."

"Considering that you said that we can do it for the rest of the week, I'll do it anyway that you want."

She stood up and turning her back to me she leaned forward and put her hands on the edge of the hot tub. I stood up, got behind her, and positioned my cock against her lips.

"Remember, I want it hard, from the first thrust. I want it to feel like my first time, like it's going to tear me in two if I don't come."

I put my hands on her hips so I could pull her toward me while I thrust into her. And with one quick motion I plunged my whole cock into her and immediately back out, pounding her fast and hard. She moaned out as she felt a cock insider her for the first time, but she didn't tell me to slow down. Her pussy was tight and slick, gripping my cock while at the same time the velvety slickness of it stimulated every nerve in my shaft and head. When she started to move her body in time with my mine I knew she was enjoying it even through the pain and I started to slam my cock into her harder, she moaned with a sound that was filled with both pleasure and pain. I knew at this pace I wasn't going to last long, but she had made it clear that going easy wasn't an option. I felt my orgasm coming toward me and as I cried out I shot my come into her, feeling the slickness that it added reducing the friction of my cock moving in and out of her. When I was done coming she pulled away from me and turning around she knelt before me and began to lick up and down my shaft, enjoying the mingled taste of our come.

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This is my first story and I would like to continue it. Please feel free to provide feedback that tells what direction you would like to story to go.



Can You Keep A Secret?



On her way home, Bea decided to pick up dinner and a bottle of wine to enjoy a quite night alone since her fiancé was out of town for business. She changed into her silk tank top and silk shorts and sat down in front of the TV with her dinner and drink. As she flipped through the channels, she came to see that her favorite movie was on and as she watched, she missed her fiancé. The phone started to ring. She jumped to the thought that it was her fiancé but it wasn't. It was her friend Matthew. Bea and Matthew had been friends since college, and although everyone thought they would eventually end up together, Bea and Matthew always saw each other almost as best friends and nothing more. They shared everything about their lives to each other and were each others' confidantes.

He sounded hurt and was rambling. Matthew was having relationship problems with his girlfriend and had been trying to break-up with her for a while and finally he had caught her cheating. He was confused because he still loved her. Bea told him to come over and they would talk about it. After they hung up, Bea ordered Matthew's favorite pizza from the corner restaurant so that by the time he would be over, there would be hot pizza waiting for him because she knew that he probably hadn't eaten anything. She didn't bother to change and just put her silk robe on because it was only Matthew that was coming over. She almost finished three-quarters of the wine bottle, the pizza had already arrived and still there was no sign of Matthew. She already started to feel slightly tipsy and the bell rang.

He walked in looking all distraught with two more bottles of wine, sat down opening the pizza box and started gorging on the pizza slice. She knew she had to wait for him to start spilling. He already finished three slices of pizza and downed the rest of the opened wine bottle and started to drink straight and finished it. She just watched him as he opened the third bottle and poured a glass for each. He finally relaxed on the couch. She noticed he was wearing a pair of shorts, t-shirt and sandals, which meant that he was probably at the gym and when he went home, he caught her then.

He just got up then took his t-shirt off and said, "I'm feeling really hot, can you give me a towel, I want to take a shower." As she gave him a towel, he took off his shirt and for the first time she noticed what a sexy and lean body he had, with 6-pack abs. For once she thought of him differently and got a little aroused. She tried to get that image out of her mind because she was already engaged and she probably thought of it because she was missing her fiancé. At that very moment, her fiancé called and she told him about Matthew's situation. She told her fiancé how much she was missing him and was smiling at her fiancé's naughty words but when she saw Matthew standing behind her, she hung up the phone. She didn't want him to feel bad because of his troubled relationship. 

When she turned around she couldn't help notice his body with steam dripping down his body to the towel wrapped around his waist. She felt really thirsty and drank her glass of wine. They both sat on the couch. Matthew was still wrapped in the towel and she sat quietly, aroused by his almost naked body. They watched the movie like old times, she in his arms.

"You smell so good, Bea" Matthew said and started caressing her arm. He sniffed her neck. She smacked his thigh and told him to stop it. He didn't. Instead he started kissing her neck. She closed her eyes and enjoyed his wet kisses on her neck as he undid her robe. As he started to caress her breasts she stopped and realized what was happening.

"We can't do this Matt! You're hurting and well I'm engaged." He pulled her closer.

"I know but I've wanted you from the day we first met, and even though we decided we'd be friends, I can't stop thinking of making love to you." She knew he was telling the truth because alcohol always got him to say the truth and, well, his hands all over her body got her all confused. She knew she had to stop but was so aroused that she couldn't stop herself from letting him have her. When he kissed her again, at first, she neglected but then something came over her and kissed him back deeply. He kissed her chin, around her neck, her shoulder as he slid of her tank top straps to the side. He pulled down her tank top and started kissing her left nipple. He flicked it with his tongue really fast to make it harder and started sucking on it deep. His left hand moved to her right breast and cupped it as he continued to suck her other breast. He switched and started to suck her right breast even more rigorously. He squeezed both her breasts together and licked both nipples left to right, sticking his tongue in between them and tongue fucking her breasts. She lightly moaned and reached for the towel that he was wrapped in. She opened the knot and saw a gorgeous cock slightly hard. She'd never saw this side of her friend and couldn't wait to touch his shaft.

She grabbed his cock and started to stroke it and pull on it. Matt kissed her lips and pulled on her tank to take it off. They continued to kiss deeply and lay down on the couch. His hand reach down to her shorts. He slid his hand in and started massaging on top of her thong. He moved her thong to the side and pinched her clit. He suckled on her breast as he continued to rub her pussy. He then kissed her lower, tracing his kisses to her navel area, sliding down her shorts. He kissed her pussy on top of her thong. Kissed her thighs and licked her pussy sides. He then moved her thong to the side and started kissing her pussy lips. He sucked on them lightly and then slowly increasing the pressure. He traced his tongue all over her pussy, up and down, around her clit in circles. He inserted his tongue inside her pussy and tongue fucked her as she moaned, "Oh yeahhh, right there, harder, baby harder!!" He slid his index finger in her mouth so she could lick it. He took that wet finger and slid it inside her pussy. She was in total ecstasy; biting into her lips. Her wet juices were flowing all over his mouth. She massaged his head as he continued to eat her.

As he ate her, she was aching for his hard cock. She tried to get up and reached for his cock but he was pressed on her. She then whispered to him how much she wanted his cock in her mouth. He sat up and she started kissing his abs, licking them all over slowly moving lower. She kissed his hip bone and blew on them which drove him insane. She kissed around his cock and licked it all up to the tip. She circled her tongue on his cock tip and started to give wet smooches and sucked just his cock tip. She used her teeth to pull on it. When she heard his light moans she went deeper on his cock. Starting off slow, she slowly increased her pace. She grabbed his cock with both hands and jerked it as she sucked him, twisting around. She licked down to his balls and circled her tongue on each ball. Taking them in her mouth, she sucked on them hard, slightly pinching them in her mouth. She did not stop jerking him as she sucked his balls. She then licked his cock up, pressing it on her tongue. She took him in her mouth again. In and out she went with his moans getting louder. He fingered her pussy as she sucked him maintaining the same pace. 

They couldn't take the tease anymore so he led her to sit on his cock giving him a pretty view of her 38D tits jiggling on his face as they fucked each other..... "Ohh...mmmm....this feels soo good" "oh yeah baby right there, harder...fuck me harder, shove that cock in me!" "Oh yeahh....who knew you'd be soo good!!" They fucked each other so hard, gyrating her hips on him so he could feel every inch of her pussy on his cock. They were at each other fucking away hard and fast. He picked her up with his cock still inside him and laid her on the floor, resting her legs on his shoulders. He pounded inside her, making slapping noises with his cock. He squeezed her tits as he fucked her. He bent down to suck them but didn't stop his thrusts.

He slid his cock out and turned her over. He spread her legs and slid his cock in her pussy fucking her doggy style. He grabbed her ass and squeezed it as he forced in her. Both their moans got louder. He then pulled her back and kissed her lips, massaging her tits and sliding hands down her body to her clit and rubbing it while they rock together. His touch on her clit tingled inside of her and forced her to cum so loudly, she hadn't cum like this ever. Her loud orgasm got him tight and was ready to cum too...He took his cock out and squirted all over her stomach and fell on top of her. They kissed deeply and decided to keep yet another secret of the many they already shared.



Can You Keep A Secret?



I struggled with where to put this story, it seemed to fit three categories pretty well: Anal, Loving Wives, and Erotic Couplings. 

Ultimately I settled on Erotic Couplings, because in my mind the anal and married parts of the story are secondary to the coupling. That said, this is a strictly anal intercourse story, if such is not your purview; then please click off now.

Do enjoy the story; this one was a pleasure to write. 

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Al



It all started with curiosity. I had emailed a friend of my wife one day with an email message that said only, "Can you keep a secret?" 

You see the wife works for a large financial institution and does pretty well for us. Any income I generated was inconsequential to hers. So we agreed I would play Mister Mom when the twins were born. It was a great time being there for the first word, first step, and all of the other firsts. My wife wasn't real happy that she missed them, but deep inside there was no way in hell she was giving up her career for them, or me.

She had enough pull with her company, that once the kids started school that she got me a part time gig working security; to keep me busy, according to her. It was just as likely to keep me away from the other stay at home 'moms;' some of which were certainly worthy of attention.

Over the course of time, I discovered that one of her friends had the email address gr8assedmomma. I found the email address one day when going through the inbox at the house. The email that she had sent was a link to a racy story, that to say the least was disturbing to me. It was a story of a domineering woman, who had made a cuckold of her husband. It was a pretty decent description of our marriage outside the adulterous behavior of the woman; or so I hoped.

Something inside me woke up, a predatory territorial part that had long been dormant. I wanted to know who this woman was, so I sent the five word email, "Can you keep a secret,?" using an email account just for this purpose to see if I could get her attention. Before I could get the girls into the van, I heard my email ding. Checking it, I saw a return email from her and it said, "Of course, can you?"

My mind began racing at the possibilities. I decided almost immediately to pursue this, to see where it would lead, so, I sent back, "What time is your break?"

She returned, "10:00"

"Wear a pink skirt." I typed.

"Already am wearing a white one."

"See you at 10:00, go to the coffee shop"

I was at my station at 10:00 when she came off the elevator with her head on a swivel it wasn't hard to pick out who she was. Standing about 5'4" tall she weighed all of maybe 110 pounds. Though I couldn't tell if she indeed had a gr8 ass or not, she certainly had gorgeous tits, a full heavy C or D cups. She moved a cute little bounce with each step. She was indeed wearing a white skirt with a grey blouse that fit loosely. Her clothes looked expensive as did her jewelry from a distance. After all if you can see a diamond at fifty feet or so, it has to be pricey, right?

About ten minutes later she headed back to the elevator clearly dejected. I sent an email from my phone that said, "Don't know about the ass, but your tits look GR8!" 

She obviously received the emails on her phone as well, as I heard her squeal. She stopped; spinning around looking all over the place then sent a franticly typed email. I waited two or three minutes until she left before looking at it, "Where R U?!"

For the next three or so months once a week, sometimes twice I would have her wear something specific for me and go someplace and wait for me to contact her by email or IM. I was careful to never let her see me, and if she did, her eyes passed over me each time, after all who really sees security unless they need something?

One morning as the kids were settling into the van, I emailed, "Use your phone camera and send me a photo of your naked ass." It was a lark of a request, not expecting a response that even bordered on what I had asked for' however, less than ten minutes later I was staring down at a photo of her ass.

She indeed had a GR8 one. Her body was svelte and lean, her ass forming a perfect upside down heart shape, much like the asses you see in anime or hentai movies. I pulled into the school parking lot and emailed back, "When was the last time your husband fucked you in the ass."

She returned, "He never has. The pencil prick thinks it disgusting. Switch to IM."

I considered it a moment and then logged into IM while the kids were yucking it up in the back two thirds of the van. Almost instantly she sent, "Let's meet"

I responded, "No."

"I'm tired of fucking myself while thinking of you."

I pursed my lips and sent, "Fuck your husband; it will be good for both of you."

"No." was her only response.

I stared at it a moment, I had the day off, so I suppose I could, the only thing I had planned was a cup of coffee with one of the mom's. Deciding, I sent "find motel room, send IM on where. One hour."

I took the kids in dropping them off at the respective classrooms. I saw the mom that I was going to have coffee and let her know that we would have to do it another time.

I headed home, raced through the shower, and then dressed in jeans and a golf shirt. I received an IM giving me the name of a motel and a room number. It was a good selection, plenty of retail places nearby that you could park at and walk to the motel. It was far enough away that no one would be looking for me, yet close enough that I could legitimately explain why I was there.

My heart was pounding, racing a mile a minute as I drove in the direction of the motel. I stopped along the way at a mega store. I walked around until I found everything I thought I would need for the day: a long scarf, compact mirror, cotton balls, condom friendly lubricant and a three pack of condoms

Paying for them, I continued my journey to a Gr8 ass, my cock half hard already. My heart continued the out of control palpitations and wondered if it were possible for a guy in his mid twenties to have a heart attack from excitement. My mind was playing out every conceivable scenario. Before I got my heart set on any particular scenario, I put them all out of my mind.

I parked a quarter mile away in a different mega store then walked the rest of the way to the motel. Seedy was the only word that came to mind to describe it. Faded to a putrid grey, the paint was peeling off the sides of the building in arching curly-q patches. Knowing that there was no way to see if I recognized any cars, I walked passed the motel, turned down an ally then entered through the back entrance. 

Finding the stairs I stopped long enough to un-wrap everything then headed up. 

I found the door, my heart beating so madly that I was sure I was going to die before I knocked. Standing next to the door, my nose against the wall, I knocked and held the compact out to where I could see her torso, or a little lower. 

The door opened, a gasp and an "Oh!" came from the room when she saw my hand. In the mirror I could see she was wearing the same white skirt that she wore on the first day. The blouse was a pink wrap around that was tight, magnifying the presence of her ample breasts.

"Face the wall the door opens to and close your eyes." I said.

I heard her ask, "Why?"

I had expected that reaction, being prepared, I said, "If you don't I'll leave sever contact, you will spend your life wondering what it would have been like." 

"Okay," she said her voice breathless.

I saw in the mirror that she in fact did turn. I poked my head around the door frame saw her eyes were indeed closed then stepped in. I heard her sigh as I pressed her head against the wall with one hand, pulling the door from her hand with the other. Letting the door swing closed, I took her left hand and placed the palm directly over her eye. I repeated the process with her right hand.

She moaned as I ran my hands over her thighs, across her stomach then over her breasts. I tweaked each nipple through her blouse. Her bra felt like it was primarily lace underneath the blouse. Pressing my cock against her ass I whispered, "Do what I say when I say or it's over, understand?"

She whispered, "Yes, I understand." 

I pressed harder against her, mashing her body from knees to forehead against the wall. Moving my mouth to the side of her face, I whispered, "I am going to fuck you like no man has ever fucked you before. That is why you are here isn't it?"

This time she moaned as she said, "Yeees."

I ground against her ass cheeks, my turgid cock depressing the fleshy cheek, and softly instructed, "Do not move unless I say otherwise."

Her heart and breathing reflected mine as she barely got out, "Yes."

I backed off of her, her ass following momentarily, until I pressed the small of her back, pushing her stomach back against the wall. In a soft voice I said, "I am going to blindfold you. You are not to remove it until ten minutes after I leave. Understand?"

I heard her breath catch in her breast as she whispered so low that it was hard to hear, "Yes."

I ran my hand up her inner thigh watching her skin and body react to my touch. It was easy to see her desire and need. "Once it is on, you are to tell me if you see anything at all, light included," I said with a low voice. I was finding it difficult to keep my speech and breathing under control. My heart was still racing, though now a little slower than it had been.

I put the bag on the floor next to me, and then fished out the cotton balls. Taking about five cotton balls I rolled them together to make a larger ball. I repeated the process for a second large cotton ball. I moved her right hand then placed the cotton ball over her closed eyelid. I then maneuvered her hand to the position I wanted; her middle three finger tips holding the ball in place. Moving to the other side, I repeated the process for her left eye.

I took the long scarf out and wound it around her head, pulling it snug against the back of her finger. My mouth was just above her ear, my lips fluttered over her lobe as I said intimately, "Carefully lower your hands; make sure you don't disturb the cotton balls."

As her hands lowered I tightened the scarf until I saw it biting into the bridge of her now, her cheeks, and forehead. Giving it one more good pull I tied it off letting the ends dangle down her back. I checked the cotton balls, they were snugly in place, the silk of the scarf bit into her just enough that when I gave it a tug, she yelped, but it didn't move.

"Good..." I whispered, trying to decide what to call her.

She started, "My name is..."

"STOP!" I hissed at her. "Your name is whatever I fucking decide to call you." I pressed my full weight against her, crushing her to the wall and rasped, "My first name to you is Sir. The last name is Master, and my middle name is ohmyfuckinggod."

I almost exploded in my jeans when I felt her melt into me, her ass pressed back a little, the tension in her body dissipated almost instantly. She moaned out, "thank you sir," her voice soft and high pitched, she sounded like a breathless Meg Tilly. 

Pressing my cock against her hard, I whispered, "Stay right here, and don't move."

Meekly she whispered, "Yes sir."

I turned my attention at long last to the rest of the room. I checked the closet and bathroom for other people. I then pulled the drawers out of everything, and then moved every object in the motel room. I didn't find anything that resembled a camcorder, audio recording device, or anything else that was suspicious. 

I took her purse to the rickety table then poured the contents out while keeping her in my sight. Her cell phone was in there along with all manner of other things, including her wallet. I rifled through the wallet quickly then put it back in the purse. I picked up her phone, went to the contacts section, and then scrolled through the contacts. She had an inordinate number of males in her contact list. "How many of these men are you fucking?" I asked crossly.

"None sir," she whispered.

Chidingly, I asked, "What are they, friends and family?"

Her voice quavering slightly, she muttered, "No sir. They are people I flirt with." 

In a tone that I used primarily for the kids I said commandingly, "That stops today. You will delete them after I leave and email me a photo proving it."

It almost sounded like she was relieved when she said, "Yes sir."

"What about the women, are you flirting with them?" This time I was playful, right up until her answer.

"The only woman I flirt with is Brenda." She said softly.

My world teetered slightly hearing my wife's name. After a moment curiosity got the best of me and I asked, "Does she flirt back?"

I don't know what I expected but the "Yes, sir" I got wasn't it.

Trying to keep my voice sounding playful I asked, "Are you two lovers?"

I saw her shake her head as she said, "No, I wish."

"Why do you wish?"

"I get wet every time I am close to her." She replied.

I was shocked. My wife was hot enough to get someone wet? It was a revelation to me. I scrolled through the phone looking for the photos. When I found then I asked, "Why does she do that to you?"

Her voice was full of venom as she replied, "I don't know, she just does, like you, sir, she is strong, unlike the weak woman I am married to."

I flinched at the shot at her husband but let it go. The photos were pretty uninteresting, mostly of her son, one of her delicious ass that she had sent me, and startlingly, one of Brenda's ass. I put the phone in camera mode and set it aside, next to mine.

Placing my hands on her rounded hips, I guided her into the middle of the open space. I untied the wrap around blouse she was wearing slowly and let it flutter to the ground. She was wearing a pink lace bra, her hard nipples poking through the lace. I sucked each one into my mouth lavishing it with my tongue before biting down on them, eliciting heated moans from her. Turning my attention to her bra I unhooked it; tossing it aside after pulling it over her arms. 

Her areolas were insignificant in size, taking up barely twice the area of her nipples. They were the tightest circle I had ever seen on a woman, and in contrast to Brenda's Greenland sized areola, quite attractive. They were just off of centered on her tits, which hung slightly, but were full. Stretch marks ran along the side of her breasts, evidence in the mass increase after the birth of her child.

Her stomach was slightly rounded; you know the stomach of a woman not a child. It was flat compared to some, but held a lovely swell. A scar ran across her, testimony of the C-Section to deliver the baby. She must have sensed my gaze as her hands crossed her stomach hiding the scar. I pulled her hands aside, revealing the scar again. Leaning forward I kissed along the length of the scar, nipping at her skin after each kiss. In a low soft voice, I breathed out against the scar, "You have nothing you can, or have, to hide from me."

I heard her sob as she cried out softly, "Yes, master."

I turned my eyes back to her body; her skin was beginning to loosen, but not flabby. It looked more like left over skin from her pregnancy, but not unattractive in any way. She was soft; soft and delicious from the waist up.

Next I turned my attention to her skirt. I unfastened it, unzipped it, gravity then took over pulling it down around her ankles. Her panties were the same pink lace as her bra, a garter held up her hose. Undoing the garter I pulled it off, followed closely by the panties. I left her hose and pink high heels on her. 

I looked at her snatch and marveled. The faintest trace of a hair line pointed down her pubic mound to her pussy. Her pussy itself was wide open; her lips blossoming out like a rare orchid. Her nub was hard; juice coating everything was beginning to seep down her thighs.

I faced her toward the bed, then I sat back on it, drinking in her body, it wasn't a girl's body by any stretch, but she was a gorgeous woman. A woman I decided in one for or another I was going to keep. "Turn to the left," I ordered as I pulled my shirt off. I stared at her profile, the elegant lines from her calf to her thighs, to her ass to her tits. I licked my lips in anticipation and said "Turn to the left again."

There it was. The Gr8 ass itself if anything, it was far more beautiful in person than it was in a grainy photo. I picked up both of our phones then took a picture with each one. After which I said, "Turn to the left again." I took a photo of her profile with each phone and commanded one last time, "Turn left once more." As her tits settled into place I took a photo of her with each phone again.

The moment preserved for posterities, and masturbations, sake, I put the phones aside. Stepping up to her, I led her to the bed. Helping her up on it, I said, "Place your chest and head against the bed, cross your wrists in the small of your back."

The anticipation could be heard in her voice as she said, "Yes, sir, will you be tying me up?"

I chuckled as I playfully swatted each ass cheek. "No, I am going to fuck your ass."

I quickly kicked my jeans and briefs off. I went to the bag, retrieved the box of condoms and lubricant. I rolled a condom over my hard cock and then knelt behind her on the bed. We were both so fucking ready to fuck that there really wasn't a functional point to foreplay. I was dying to taste her though.

I reached between her legs and slid my fore finger along her slit, starting near the clit. Arriving at her honey pot, I slid my finger in, both of us gasping. Her cunt was so tight that I could feel her pussy pulling at, even welcoming, my finger. "When is the last time your husband fucked you?"

I slid my finger back and forth in her as she moaned, "Since I got pregnant." I quickly did the math in my head.

I am sure my voice was incredulous when I said blurted out, "Seven years?!"

"Yes, sir. I have not been with anyone since I got pregnant with Sean." 

I could feel my prick quivering at the thought of plundering her. First things first though, I leaned in, kissing her anus, pressing against it with my tongue. The forefinger of my right hand was plunging in and out of her; with my left hand I reached around and took her clit between my fingers, pinching it lightly. As she pressed back against me, I began pinching it harder and harder, keeping up my three front assault on her libido.

She began moaning a low rumbling sound into the mattress of the bed. Her body started to shake and quiver and then with a screaming, "OHGAWD," she came. Her juices flooded my hand as her ass opened up for my tongue, seemingly trying to capture it. I slowed my pace down, letting her catch her breath. 

Taking advantage of her total relaxation, I liberally applied lubricant to her anus then pressed the same finger against it that I used on her pussy. After a moment of resistance, the finger slid into her, a moaning groan escaped her. I slid my finger in and out of her, applying more and more lube until she started panting and leaning back into my fist as it slammed against her.

Forcing her ass down, I rose up onto my knees and placed the head of my woody against her anus. A low moan began rising from her as the head entered. I waited until she started pushing back against me, then pressed forward as well. The sphincter posed little resistance as she swallowed me whole up her hole. 

Pulling halfway out of her, I grabbed the two phones, shooting a photo on each of my cock half buried in her. Looking down it was the hottest damned thing I ever saw. Her perfectly shaped ass clenching my turgid staff tightly was stimulating, grasping me with each of the spasms of ass muscles.




Can You Keep A Secret?



The feeling of it was incredible. Tight, hot, and thanks to lube, wet, I began sluicing my way through her. Slowly at first I took nearly a minute to pull out and then another minute or so to push back in. She clenched her bum and sent shivers through my body, I moaned, "Oh fuck yes." The feel of her anus squeezing my cock when she flexed her ass cheeks coaxed me on and on, begging me, demanding of me, to drive to me completely use her.

I grabbed her wrists and hair for better leverage and began to speed up a little, adding more force to each slam forward. She was squeezing on each withdrawal, only to open herself up to me completely, as I hammered my hips forward. Her mouth, now clear of the mattress, was able to give full voice to the pleasure I was bringing her, the people, if any, in the rooms on each side of us would be able to hear her clearly. The wet fleshy sound of my balls slapping against her pussy was drowned out of the room by her ragged breathing and powerful moans. 

I started to fuck her ass faster and faster. Soon I was slamming forward so hard that my balls began to hurt from slapping against her pussy and clit. Why on earth her husband wouldn't do this I couldn't guess, all I know is she was screaming at the top of her lungs as I plundered her forbidden treasure.

Despite the deadening properties of the condom, I could feel myself rapidly approaching what promised to be a mind numbing explosion. I pulled out momentarily and rolled her onto her side. "Wrap your arms around your knees and pull them up to your chest," I breathlessly commanded. Now on her side, she opened herself up by pulling her thighs closer and closer to her chest. 

I pressed my cock into her gaping hole and pressed in with one fluid motion. The new angle intensified the feel for both of us as we let out a simultaneous "OOOoooh," as I re-entered her. 

I could feel my balls begin to release as I bottomed out in her. I pulled out quickly, rolling her onto he back and ripping the condom off of me just in time. I hollered at the top of my lungs as the first shot fired from my cannon. I watched it as if it were in slow motion arch through the air gracefully until it landed between her fabulous tits. She kept her hands along her sides until I fell onto the bed next to her, hoarsely whispering, "Fuck."

We lay there for who knows how long trying to catch our breath, hand in hand. Finally she whispered, "Thank you."

I rolled off of the bed and dressed. She was still laying there, gravity dragging her breasts off to each side slightly. Her nipples were still taut, her breathing slowed to a normal pace. I knelt over her, my face directly above hers and studied her intently for a while. Eventually she whispered, "You are looking at me, aren't you?"

I lowered my head and kissed her gently, much like in the first Spiderman movie. A peck a slow lick, as her lips parted, my tongue stole into her mouth, across her teeth. After the kiss I whispered, "No, I was staring."

I caressed her face and shoulders gently. "I took pictures of you on your phone."

"Yes, sir, I heard it." She said softly.

Speaking softly, yet firmly, I said, "I'll say it so we are clear, don't show them to anyone, especially the one of my cock in your asshole, you never know who my wife is."

She raised her head and gave me a quick light kiss, "Of course, I can keep a secret."



Can You Keep a Secret? Long Version



Note to Reader: This is the long version of this story. If you are just looking for a quick 'read' see version one titled, "Can you keep a secret."

I made a few writing decisions with this story that I would, in particular, like to get some feedback on how they worked for you. The story has only two characters, a brother and a sister, and I never give them names. I want you to be able to imagine these people however you want, right up to putting yourself in the story. I also shy away from physical descriptions. You can infer from the story that both characters are attractive or at the very least find each other so, but I wanted the reader to be able to imagine the characters however they want. If your fantasy is a tall blond with large breasts or a flat chested petite brunette, a cute nerdy guy or a muscular jock, go with it, my story won't make you have to change the image in your head as you read. While the story is told mostly from the brother's point of view, there is one instance where I switch to third person. I felt that the story told from this perspective would be more effective. Hope this doesn't jerk you around mentally. This is only my second story, so I would love some feedback and if you can let me know what you think of these choices, all the better.

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"You want to sit in the hot tub tonight?" My sister asked.

"Sure," I replied, "something you want to talk about?"

"Yeah, but mainly I just want to relax."

"Okay. I have to do some homework for biology lecture but I should be done by eight. Sound good?"

"You bet."

My sister and I sat in the hot tub pretty often since our parents had gotten it three years ago. That had been my senior year in high school and her sophomore. We had always gotten along great for siblings, but there is something about a hot tub that relaxes you, and the next thing you know you're talking about things that you would have thought too embarrassing to mention. We talked about crushes that we had. Who we liked, who we thought were pricks, what we thought of movies, music, god, religion, politics, sex. We were close, best friends. Maybe it worked so well because we were brother and sister so we didn't have to worry about the tension that is so common between close friends of the opposite sex.

When I was done with my homework, I saw that it was 7:45 so I changed and went out to the patio and got in the hot tub. My sister never had to be reminded that we were coming out here and I knew she would only be a couple more minutes. I relaxed. It was March, so it was still dark outside. As I sank down in the water so that only my head was in the cold air, I let my mind wander where it would. 

Where it wandered was to wonder if my sister would be wearing her usual one piece with a t-shirt over it, or the two piece that she had worn on a couple of occasions. The thought of her beautiful stomach and that I shouldn't even care what suit she was wearing jumped in my head at the same time and then I heard the patio door and she was coming out. I looked over at her and she was wearing the two-piece. I looked at her stomach and knew that I shouldn't be. 

"Care if I sit in your lap?" she asked.

"Um... sure." Wasn't I finding it difficult enough to control my thoughts without her sitting in my lap.

She got in the water and sat down on me with her arm around my neck. We sometimes sat like this if we were talking about something especially private and we wanted to whisper to each other to make extra sure that our parents wouldn't hear what we were saying. But it hadn't happened either of the two times that she had worn this two-piece before. If she had been wearing it and then the conversation had turned private, that would have been one thing, but she came right out and sat in my lap. These thoughts flitted through my head right below the unconscious telling me that something didn't quite fit.

"So did you get your homework done?"

"Yep, just in time. So what did you want to talk about?"

"The trip to Europe that mom and dad are taking next week... during our spring break."

"Okay, what about it?"

"Well, I just thought that they're going to be gone for nine days, we don't have school... we ought to do something that we wouldn't normally do."

"Oh, you mean like have a party with two hundred people and spend the rest of the week scrambling to clean up the mess before they get back?" I joked, referring to the movie cliché.

"No, we're not exactly the party types. I did have some things that I was thinking of, but we need to get started on them before our parents are gone."

"Okay."

"First, I think we should get in the hot tub every night. We're going to be on vacation too after all."

"Yeah, but we could do that even if our parents were here."

"Let me finish. Second, I think we should get some liquor. I want to sit in the tub and sip margaritas. You're a junior; certainly you know somebody in one of your classes that would help us out."

"Yeah, I do." I had a lot of people that I studied with pretty regularly that wouldn't have thought it any big deal. "What else."

"Okay, the third, I'm sort of asking you if it's okay. You know how a lot of times we stay up watching a movie together, and then when it's done we're tired and we still have to brush our teeth and get ready for bed?"

"Yeah, so"

"Well while they're gone I think we should get ready for bed, then just watch the movie together on the bed in your room. That way if we fall asleep: no big deal. Mom and Dad probably wouldn't want us sleeping together, but since they're not going to be home, I thought it might be kind of fun.

"So you want to sleep together, I mean, in the literal way?"

"Yeah, I mean, if you think its weird then no, but we've always been close. Is it any weirder than me sitting on your lap right now?"

"Hey, I wasn't trying to give you a hard time; you just surprised me, that's all. That's cool with me, but I have a question. When we watch TV in the living room, we generally sit next to each other, I don't mean to use the word cuddle, but that is sort of what we do. Are we going to cuddle in bed too? I mean, is it going to be like, "I'll sleep on that side and you sleep on this side," or are we going to, I don't know, sleep next to each other?"

"How about we just see how it goes?"

"Okay... I'm kind of looking forward to that. Sleeping by yourself can get kind of old. I mean during the day I'm busy with classes or studying or hanging out with you. But at night, sometimes it gets a little lonely."

"I know," she whispered, almost to herself, and then, resting her head on my shoulder, "I feel the same way."

"Anything else while they are away?"

"Yes... but it's a little embarrassing."

"You can tell me... it's me."

"I know I can tell you and I will," she was quiet for a moment, "you know how even girls that aren't planning on having sex will wear sexy underwear?"

"Right, it makes them feel sexy."

"Right, well I bought this bathing suit. And if I had told you that I bought it you would have asked me what I was getting it for, because there is no way that I could actually wear it anywhere."

"What do you mean? Why?"

"It's too skimpy."

"Well just because you can't bring yourself to wear it in public doesn't mean that you can't wear it." My mind was reeling. The sight of her now was driving me crazy. How was I going to react to something even more revealing?

"Yeah, I get what you're saying and I'm telling you that I still couldn't wear it. Mothers would be covering their children's eyes... or their husband's." She laughed.

"What? Is it like a thong or transparent?" I joked, but she didn't laugh.

"Well it isn't transparent."

"You got a thong!? Yeah, I guess you probably couldn't wear that at the public pool."

"It isn't just a thong."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, this is like the skimpiest thong ever. The top is barely enough to cover my nipples, and the bottoms... I had to wax myself bald, because if I had any hair down there, it was going to show with these." I was glad that it was dark outside, because I was sure that my entire face was a bright red.

"Okay, okay. I get the idea. So what about it?"

"Well, I thought that with mom and dad being gone it might be my chance to get to wear it. I won't if it's going to make you uncomfortable, but I wanted to at least ask you." I was feeling tense and needed to lighten the mood. I was partially afraid that I would get an erection at the thought of seeing her in that bikini, and that she would notice.

"A thong? I don't know if I can take it. Your ass looks good enough in those hoochie shorts I've seen you in." I had occasionally seen her in panties that are cut like short shorts. I guess she felt that since they weren't cut like panties they were okay for darting from her room to the bathroom but I would whistle at her when I caught her doing it.

She laughed. "Oh shut up. Is it okay with you or not?" I decided that I better be straight with her.

"Look I have to be honest with you. But let me say first, that, yes, if you want to wear the bikini, that's fine with me. You can wear it. But you have to understand something."

"What?"

"I may be your brother, but you are still a girl and I am still a guy. You are beautiful and sexy, and I can mostly forget or ignore that because you are my sister, but if you come out here next to naked, I'm going to get turned on. I wasn't joking about your ass, and it's only going to look better bare. I'm not saying I'm going to hit on you or anything, but I'm going to get aroused. I just won't be able to help it. Now I'm okay with that, but if you aren't then you need to decide not to wear it around me, because I don't think I'm going to be able to keep my eyes off of you."

"I don't care if you look at me. In fact, I was hoping that you would so that you could tell me if I look as good in it as I think." "Oh, I'll let you know... I just don't think that I'm going to be able to stop looking after I've told you what I think!" I had an erection at this point. It was pressing into her thigh and I felt that surely she would notice.

"That's okay. I mean if just the thought of it is giving you a boner, I wouldn't expect that you could keep your eyes off of me." I was so embarrassed I thought I would die.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. I tried."

"Don't be sorry! I mean, if just the thought of me in a bikini, can give my brother an erection, I must be hot. That wood you're sporting is the best compliment I've ever gotten." She laughed. "Don't feel bad about it. If I was offended, I'd move."  

But she didn't move. Here my hard cock was pressing up against my sister's leg and she didn't care or move out of politeness. It felt like one of those crazy situations that happen in a dream and then when you wake up you say, "How could I ever believe that was actually happening?"

"Anything else that you think we should do while there gone?"

"Not yet... but I'm sure I'll think of something." I could hear the smile in her voice. 

We sat there awhile relaxing, I tried to think of other things so that my erection would go away. I wasn't doing a very good job of controlling my thoughts so I decided to talk instead. I had something that I had been thinking about anyway.

"You know, neither of us has dated anyone since we got this hot tub. I remember us both having a couple of flings in high school but they were all before we started sitting in here."

"Yeah, that's true. Are you... trying to make some kind of point?"

"Have you ever wondered why that was?"

"Not really. I'm pretty sure I know why," she replied and looked at me knowingly.

"Well, tell me what you think."

"I think most people have a desire for companionship, for a confidant, someone that they feel a bond with and that they can be open with. Of course people have a desire for sex too, but I think because we got all that other stuff with each other, the desire for sex was just never enough by itself to make us date. Of course, maybe it would be if either of us knew what we were missing. Sure we both want to get married someday, but when we get so much out the relationship that we have, it seems kind of silly to start dating before we're ready to get married. Besides, I'm sure my future husband will just love the fact that he's the only guy I've ever been with." 

I decided to joke with her, "So what you're saying is that I've been going out with the same girl for three years and still haven't gotten so much as a hand job?"

She laughed and punched me in the shoulder, "Fuckin' pervert."

"I'm just messing with you. I've thought pretty much everything you just said."

"But the sex thing comes out too you know."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you really think that most siblings are anywhere near as affectionate as we are? We're both a little sexually repressed, which is probably why I'm sitting in your lap right now."

She laughed and said, "If I couldn't look forward to masturbating tonight, I'd probably be trying to jump your bones right now!" If my erection had weakened at all, it was back.

"I can't believe you just said that to me," I commented half seriously.

"Like you don't masturbate?"

"Well everybody knows that all guys do it."

"Well girls do it too. Especially this girl. Almost every day."

"All right, I've got a girl in a bikini sitting on my lap talking about how often she masturbates. You are killing me here!" I joked, referring to my erection.

"Hey, it goes both ways! You think that thing pressing against my leg is making me any less worked up? Um... no." We laughed and then she rested her head against my shoulder and we were both quiet for a moment.

"It is good to be so close to someone though..."

"Yeah... it is," I sighed and wrapped my arm around her a little tighter.

"I don't know what I'd do without you. I love you."

"I know... I know. I love you too." Another moment of silence.

"It's going to be fun next week."

"Yeah, the next few days are going to drag out pretty long."

We sat there not talking, just holding each other for a while and then she kissed me on the cheek, and walked back into the house. I checked her out as she walked away, and when she was gone, I let my emotions settle for a while and then went to bed.

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The rest of the week dragged by much less than I was afraid it would. We didn't sit in the hot tub again before our parents left for their trip. Maybe we both knew that doing so would just make it seem longer until we were alone. Or maybe we were afraid of the sexual tension that we had felt the previous time. We were a little more flirtatious with each other than usual, and one morning when we drove to school together, she held my hand during the trip. We held hands sometimes when we watched movies together, so it didn't seem that unusual. But for some reason this time there was an electricity behind it.

My mind reeled with what to make of my own emotions. I knew that my feelings for my sister were more than I had so far dared to admit to myself. We had been closer than a lot of spouses are for the past three years and maybe I was just feeling what most people felt as a relationship deepens and grows. 

But I knew in the back of my mind that part of it was sexual. I remembered what having a bad crush on a girl in high school had felt like, and it seemed a very familiar feeling right now. But this wasn't a crush; I'd been her best friend for three years. I was slowly coming to the realization that if she hadn't been my sister I would have called this love. 

It was getting hard not to let my thoughts and emotions fill my entire day. Thank god spring break was here, because if I ever needed a week off of school, this was it.

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I got up Saturday morning. School was out and my parents had left before dark to make their trans-Atlantic flight. I got up and walked to the bathroom. The door was shut, so I knocked, just to let her know that I was waiting in case she was taking her time.

"Come in." I guess she was already dressed. I opened the door and she was standing there in her bra and panties.

"Whoa! Sorry, I thought you said come in." I closed the door. She opened it and looked at me.

"I did say, "Come in," she grinned, a teasing look on her face. "If you're going to see me in my bikini tonight, I figured I better start breaking you in a little, because that bikini shows way more than what you're seeing right now." I looked her up and down. It wasn't a skimpy bra and panties but it didn't need to be. Her body was amazing and I felt myself beginning to get hard.

"Well, I need to pee which I am not doing in front of you. But I think you're right about breaking me in, I just about had a heart attack just now. If I faint when you get in the hot tub, don't let me drown." She laughed and I was glad, if I didn't relieve the tension somehow, I thought I would just reach out and grab her.

"Well how do you think I feel, you walking around in your boxers?" She was obviously in a good mood.

"What's got you so chipper first thing in the morning?"

"I had an amazing orgasm in the shower. What a way to start the day!" My erection was becoming a sure thing, and in my boxers it would be obvious. I needed to escape.

"Hey, thanks for sharing. When you're done in here let me know, that way I can take a 'shower' too." I walked back to my room. In a couple of minutes she walked in, still in her underwear.

"Sorry, for the holdup. It's all yours."

"Thanks." I grabbed my clothes and started to head for the bathroom.

"Are you really going to jerk off in the shower?"

"That's none of your business!"

"I told you that I did."

"Considering that, and what you're walking around in, what do you think I'm going to do?"

"In that case, you're welcome."

"For what?"

"For turning you on. Hope you enjoy yourself." And with that she smiled at me and walked back to her room.

I tried to jerk off in the shower but my mind kept wandering from the task at hand. Maybe if I had just let myself think about my sister I would have gotten off, but I kept trying to think about other things, and instead my mind kept going back to the picture of her in her underwear or wondering what she would look like in her bikini tonight. The conflicts in my head left me with a cock that wouldn't respond. After a while I gave up and got out of the shower. I dressed and went to find some breakfast.

My sister came into the kitchen, this time with her clothes on. 

"So did have a mind blowing orgasm?" she teased.

"No, I couldn't concentrate. I didn't even get off."

"Couldn't concentrate, huh?" I noticed a smirk on her face.

"What? You aren't going to make some comment about low dose Viagra for masturbating are you?"

"No. I'll tell you what I'm smiling about in the hot tub tonight. I hope with one sight of me, you'll banish any worries about being able to get it up." She winked at me and smiled.

It was going to be a long day.

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But it wasn't. We hung out all day, went for a jog together, watched some TV, walked to the coffee shop with a book and read for a while. All in all, it was what a vacation day should be, relaxing and doing things you find enjoyable. By the time we were done reading at the coffee shop it had grown dark outside. My sister looked up from her book,

"Well, its dark outside."

"Yeah, we've been here awhile."

"Well I don't know about you, but that hot tub is calling to me."

"Well then let's go."

We got up and walked out the door, it was only about a 15 minute walk home. My sister walked close to me and held my hand.

"I was going to wait until we got in the hot tub to ask you this, but I think I'll will go ahead and ask you now."




Can You Keep a Secret? Long Version



"Okay."

"Why did you have a hard time concentrating in the shower this morning?"

"I think that's kind of personal. I know that's not fair... we talk about personal things with each other all the time, but I don't think I would be comfortable discussing it."

"If I guess, will you tell me if I'm right?"

"Sure if you guess, I'll tell you if you're right." I figured, what were the chances?

"All right, I'm going to tell you what I think, but if I'm wrong don't get upset."

"Okay."

"Were you having a hard time because you kept trying to fantasize about something but you kept thinking about me?" How did she know?

"Have I been that obvious? How did you know that?" She squeezed my hand. "I knew because the same thing happened to me."

"I thought you said you had a great orgasm this morning." "Oh I did, I meant it was happening. You see at first I was trying to fantasize about, well... whatever, but I kept thinking about you. Eventually I got kind of frustrated and you know what I did?"

"I'm sure you're going to tell me," I teased.

"Well if you don't want to know."

"Oh I do. Continue."

"I said to myself, "Fuck it, it's just a fantasy. You can dream about whatever you want when it's your own hand rubbing your clit. I thought about you. And it was hot, really hot. And you know what? I don't feel bad about it. I don't care if you turn me on, or if holding your hand right now makes me warm all over. Life is short. I'm not here to feel guilty about how I feel. It might be wrong to beat the shit out of someone, but we've all wanted to at some point. Just wanting to isn't that same as actually doing it... you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I know what you mean... but what if the person you want to beat the shit out of is standing right next to you and you think you're fixing to lose control. If you don't think about something else, you might very well end up taking a swing."

She smiled, "Are you afraid that you're going to punch me, brother?"

"Punch? No. Something else? Yeah, I'm afraid I will. It is actually hard for me to not reach out and kiss you right now, and not in a brotherly way. Sometimes I feel like I'm... I'm..."

"Say it... I want to hear it."

"I feel like I'm in love with you."

She stopped walking and tugged on my arm so that I was facing her. I must have had a look on my face like I just admitted to running over her favorite pet. But she stepped forward and wrapped her arm around me, holding me close.

"I'm sorry, I tried not to... I tried," I said.

"Don't be sorry, please, whatever you feel, don't be sorry. I love you too... I love you so much." We held each other in silence for a while.

"Let's go home, it's not like we have to split up when we get there."

"Okay."

She took my hand and we began walking home.

"You know, spending all week together isn't going to diminish our feelings," I warned

"I don't want it to. I like the way I feel."

"But it can only end in heartbreak."

"Of course that's how it's going to end! Did you really want to go through your whole life wondering what all the poets were talking about? How many people go through relationship after relationship wondering if they're going to get their heart broken again this time? So I know from the start that you'll break my heart, I can live with that. What I can't do is deny how I feel. And if I fall asleep in your arms, I won't deny to myself how much I enjoy that just because you're my brother."

"You're amazing."

She looked up at me with a mischievous look in her eye. 

"Thanks!"

"You're going to break my heart."

"Good... I'd hate to be the only one."

We held each other's hands tightly and walked the rest of the way home. My mind was a jumbled mess. So we were in love... but we were still brother and sister. So what did it even mean? That we enjoy holding hands and sitting next to each other on the couch more than we used to? That we fantasize about each other? If we weren't siblings and we were in love this bad, we would be all over each other. Still, I wanted to grab her and kiss her so bad that it hurt, but I didn't. I didn't know where to go from here but I was glad that we had nine days to figure it out.

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We got home and once we walked through the door she pulled me to her and looked up at me.

"I want something before we get in the hot tub."

"Okay." I was past asking what.

"I want to kiss you." It had been four years since I kissed a girl and I was nervous that I would be awkward. At least I was worrying about how good a kisser I was instead of the fact that I was kissing my sister.

I leaned forward and at first our lips just brushed against each other's. We took advantage of how sensitive lips are and felt the texture of each other's skin. Then we were kissing and I could feel her mouth pressed against mine. Then I felt her tongue push gently against my lips and I opened my mouth and tasted her. She started gently, but was soon kissing me passionately, probing my mouth and sucking on my tongue. I could feel my heart beating in my chest and an erection forming. I reached my arms around her and held her close. She broke the kiss and looked into my eyes.

"Still think a broken heart would be so bad?"

"Yes, but worth it."

"Good answer. Want to kiss me again?"

"Yes."

And we did. And I was less nervous. And it was wonderful. In a kiss like that, you might as well be on the moon as anywhere you're so oblivious to your surroundings. Eventually she broke the kiss and whispered in my ear,

"Think about me while you change for the hot tub?"

"I suspect I might."

"I'll go get indecent."

"Sounds good."

She walked toward her room and I rushed into mine. I didn't want her to be ready first and me get out to the hot tub with her already in the water. I changed into my trunks quickly and rushed out to the deck. I got the cover off, the jets going, and settled into the water. I heard the patio door open and saw my sister come out with a towel wrapped around her.

"I thought you said you were going to go get indecent."

"Ha ha. Don't worry you'll get an eye full." She walked over to the hot tub and faced me. "Ready?"

"Oh, I'm ready."

She dropped the towel and my breath caught in my throat. She was right about it being indecent. I didn't see how the bottoms could have covered any less and still 'technically' covered her. The bikini top may have covered her nipples but I was seeing by far more breast than was covered. Her body was gorgeous. I wanted to reach out and grab her: to pull her body toward mine and feel her skin against me from her toes to her cheek. She must have sensed that she had rendered me speechless.

"So... tell me what you think."

"You're... you're beautiful. I don't think I have ever seen anything sexier in my entire life."

"Want me to sit in your lap tonight?"

"Sure. You can get a second opinion of how good you look in that suit." I was so hard it almost felt like a cramp.

She got in the water and sat in my lap, her thigh once again against my cock.

"So you do like it then."

"If it was up to me I'd have you sit on the edge of the tub all night so that I could check you out."

"Will you settle for groping my ass?" 

"Sure... I'll 'settle.' " That perfect ass and I was fixing to get two handfuls.

She changed positions so that she was straddling my lap and facing me. 

"Ready for another kiss?" 

"Oh, I'm ready."

"Don't get so lost groping me that you forget to kiss back."

"I won't."

She leaned forward to kiss me and this time she didn't start slowly. She put her hand on the back of my head and, pulling me toward her, kissed me. It was not gentle, or subtle. Her mouth was open and the taste of her tongue filled my mouth. It was passionate and devouring. I put my hands on her ass, I would have done this tentatively and slowly, but the way I was being kissed made it seem ridiculous to act hesitant. 

I kissed her back and let my hands wander up from her thighs to the small or her back enjoying the feel of every inch of skin in between. I settled my hands on her ass and began to explore the limits of the area that I had been given. I ran the tips of my fingers between her cheeks, moving in until I was running my fingertips along the string of her thong. 

Then, I moved my hands down and felt the inside of her thighs, moving my hands as high up as they could go without brushing the small piece of fabric that barely covered her pussy. I gently caressed the skin there knowing the effect that the touch so close to her pussy would have. I was right and I could begin to sense desperation in her kisses as her arousal built. I moved my hands back to her ass and moving my fingers as close as I could to that sweet spot where the ass, legs, and pussy all come together, I began to rub gently. She moaned into my mouth and then breaking the kiss, said,

"Do you want to stop?" Nothing in her voice told me that she wanted me to say yes.

"No, do you?"

"Never!" She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and then said, 

"Scoot forward."

"What?"

"Scoot forward. I want to wrap my legs around you and I can't do it with your back against the side of the tub."

I moved forward and she switched from straddling my lap to sitting in it. I could feel her thighs on my waist, her calves against my back, and her breasts now pressed against my chest. I couldn't reach the inside of her thighs any more, not from the back anyway, and it crossed my mind that maybe she moved to this position, because she didn't want me touching her there. 

I shouldn't have worried. Her mouth returned to mine and as my hands once again began their free roam over anywhere they could find exposed skin, she began to move her hips. Her new position had placed her pussy right up against my cock and she began to rub herself against it, slowly at first but building the pace. I didn't think I had ever been this hard before. My cock felt like a stone between us and there was discomfort when she would press against me so hard that my cock was pushed against her pubic bone. But it was the best sort of uncomfortable feeling.

Soon she was moaning, and I began kissing her neck instead so that I wouldn't muffle the sounds she was making. I loved to hear the effect that I was having on her. Suddenly her moans began to build and she cried out.

"Oooooohhhhhh..... Fuuuuuuck.... Oooooohhhhh..."

When she stopped moaning, her body relaxed, but she didn't move. I knew she was enjoying the slow fade of her orgasm, so I wrapped my arms around her and just held still. Her body had gone limp and her head rested on my shoulder. I could feel her breath on my neck. I felt her body shake a little, and pulling away slightly to look at her face, I noticed that she was crying. I was suddenly very afraid that she was regretting what we had done.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

"No tell me. I'll be so sorry that I let this happen if you hate yourself for it."

"You're not sorry are you?"

"No... not unless you are."

"I'm not sorry. I'm glad it happened. I don't want it to stop."

"Then why are you crying?"

"Because of... everything. It felt so wonderful. I've never gotten to hold someone while I came. And I came so hard. And I love you so much and I wanted that to happen with you. I think I've wanted it a long time. It's not just the sexual release. It was like letting go of everything between us that wasn't out in the open. It was so much of what I've wanted for so long. How can you let go like that and not cry a little?"

"So... it's a good thing?"

"Oh yes."

We were both silent for a moment and I just held her against me. The moment was beautiful and I almost felt sorry that my hard cock was pressed against her, detracting from the moment. I let her enjoy the moment, staying quiet until she broke the silence.

"Still want to watch a movie and fall asleep together."

"Of course."

"We'll have to shower off the chlorine before we get into bed."

"Yeah...?" My heart beat quickened a bit.

"I don't want to be apart from you for a minute." She had been the first to take a step forward in our relationship so many times, I thought I would take a turn.

"Do you want to take a shower together?"

"Yes."

"It would seem kind of silly to wear our swimsuits in the shower."

"Yes it would." I was a quiet for a minute.

"You know, if you're going to see me naked anyway..."

"Yeah?"

"I've always wanted to sit in this hot tub 'au naturale.'"

"That does sound good. Mind if I join you?" she asked.

"Is that a rhetorical question?" She laughed.

"Can I take your suit off for you?"

"As long as I can take off yours." She got off my lap and got on her knees in the middle of the hot tub.

"Stand up and come here." I stood up and moved toward her. It wasn't an especially deep tub and the water came up just to the bottom of my shorts. My erection was obvious. She reached up and hooked her fingers in the waistband. She pulled her fingers towards her and down, pulling my shorts down into the pool. She remained on her knees, her face inches from my cock while she looked at it. After a few moments I began to feel self-conscious.

"Well?"

"I don't know what to say except it's so..."

"What."

"It's so sexual."

"Well, yeah, obviously."

"No, I mean, it makes me think of sexual things. I look at you and sexual things that I want to do flow through my head. I feel worked up all over again. You must be really frustrated right now."

"Yeah, if I don't get some release I'm going to have some pretty serious blue balls in the morning."

"When we get in the shower, can I take care of that for you?"

"You mean make me come?"

"Yeah, do you want me to?"

"Of course... Now stand up, it's my turn to get you naked."

She stood up and before I could react she stepped toward me and pressing her body next to mine she kissed me. I felt my cock press into her stomach, and then I felt her hand between us reaching for me. Then her fingers were reaching around me and she was squeezing my cock. I groaned with her mouth against mine. Then she let go of me and backed away.

"Sorry for interrupting you, but I really needed to do that."

"If only life was full of such interruptions."

She turned around so that I could undo the clasp that was holding her top on. I undid it and moved the straps off of her shoulders. She moved her arms forward and the top fell into the water. I placed my hands on her shoulders and turned her around. Her breasts came into view and they were exquisite. Firm with erect nipples that made you want to feel them pressing into the palm of your hand. I wanted to lean forward and suck one of them into my mouth, and while I thought that she would let me, I didn't think it would be my last chance tonight to do so. 

I went down on my knees, removed the rest of her suit, and saw a naked girl with my own eyes for the first time in my life. I could see her lips clearly. I placed my hands on her hips, leaned forward and kissed her right at the top of her slit. Then I stood up, reached out and held her naked body next to mine.

"Sorry, I really needed to do that."

"I understand. Let's sit back down." With that she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my middle. I sat back down and this time I felt the smooth softness of her pussy lips pressed against my cock. She began to kiss me again, but it was slower now, not the desperate longing of someone striving for climax. She was simply enjoying the multitude of sensations that she was experiencing: the feel of her breasts against my chest, the taste of my mouth, my hands caressing her body, my hard cock pressed against her clit. 

I relaxed as well, trying to enjoy everything that was happening to me and finding that it was more than I could take in at once. When she broke the kiss she leaned back and, keeping her legs wrapped around me, she let herself float in the water, her arms outstretched to the side, only her face and her breasts broke the surface.

Her eyes were open and for a moment she only looked at me.

"Isn't it a wonderful feeling?"

"Which in particular?" I asked.

"Being naked in front of someone, and not feeling embarrassed or ashamed or the need to cover yourself." Her legs were still around me and she was still slowly rubbing herself against me while she spoke.

"Yeah, it's hard to put one word on it. It's like feeling honest, open, free, exposed, and brazen all at the same time.

"Of course your cock is giving me some pretty wonderful feelings right now too."

'Have you no shame?" I teased.

"That's not fair. There's a difference between not being ashamed, and not thinking that what you're doing is something to be ashamed about."

"Point taken. So... what are you doing?" I was curious about what her take would be on rubbing herself to an orgasm on my cock.

"I'll tell you what I am doing, and how my sexual experiences could have gone, and then you can tell me what you think. I'm not some girl talked out of her bra by her boyfriend in the backseat of a car. I'm a girl sharing my body with someone that I love so that he can enjoy it, and I can enjoy his pleasure at the sight of me. You love the sight of my breasts, and I love seeing your eyes on them. 

"I'm not some girl giving into her sexual desire with some high school jock, I've chosen someone I love and chosen an experience that I wanted to have with him. And when I make you come in the shower, I won't be some girl that gave her boyfriend a hand job so that he would stop pressuring her for sex. I'll be with someone I love, doing something that I love. I love you and I want to give you that pleasure." She sat up, wrapped her arms around my neck, and looked in my eyes. "Does any of that sound like something I should be ashamed of?"

"No."

"Are you ashamed?"

"No, not at all. I guess I'm worried that you'll feel bad, or that you'll regret this, and I'll end up feeling like I used you." She smiled, placed her hands on the sides of my face, and looked into my eyes, "I love you... and besides, who's been using who, here?" Her hips were still slowly moving, rubbing herself against me.

"Stop worrying and enjoy me."

"Okay."

I smiled mischievously at her and pushed her shoulders back. I kept one arm behind her back and as she leaned backwards I brought my mouth to one breast and my free had to the other. With my hand I cupped her breast and gently squeezed her nipple between two fingers. I sucked her other nipple into my mouth and ran my tongue over and around her nipple. She moaned and I could feel her chest began to rise and fall faster against my mouth. I had pushed her away from me in order to suckle her breast, and so I took my hand from her breast and placed it where my cock had been only moments earlier. I ran my fingers along her lips when suddenly she spoke.

"Don't finger me."

"Sorry." I moved my hand in surprise, had I misread her?

"Hey, I didn't say move your hand, I just said don't put your finger in me."

"Oh... okay." I continued running my fingertips along her lips.

"Sorry, it's just I always..." She diverted her eyes like she was embarrassed.

"What?... Tell me."

"I remember once one of my girlfriends was telling a story about how she had gotten a dildo and used it when she masturbated. She had never had sex before, and I remember thinking at the time, that I wanted the first thing that I felt inside me to be... you know... the real thing. I don't know what it feels like to be penetrated, but I always wanted to wait and find out when I actually had sex for the first time. I didn't want to be comparing in my head what the real thing felt like as opposed to my fingers or some guys tongue or some sex toy. I know that it might seem silly..."

"It doesn't seem silly." She seemed to feel bad about denying me something, so I decided to lighten the mood a little.




Can You Keep a Secret? Long Version



"Talk about saving yourself. So I guess you aren't a tampon user?" I chuckled and she smiled at me.

"Shut up. No, I'm not. But after I have sex, yeah, probably then." I began to concentrate on her clit with my finger tips. "Ohhh... that feels good." I kept my fingers working while I talked.

"You remember when we first kissed?" I asked.

"You mean less than an hour ago? I think I can recall."

"Yeah, you know how when we started we just lightly brushed our lips against each other? I want to do that again."

"You don't mean on my mouth do you?" she asked.

"No."

"Okay, but you have to wait."

"Why?"

"Two reasons, one, its cold out here and I don't want to have to get out of the water. Two, I'm dying to get my hands on that cock of yours and I think it's time we went and got in the shower."

I sighed in jest, "I guess I can wait." 

I got out of the hot tub and, taking her hand, walked into the house When we got to the bathroom, I turned the water on and she put her hair in a ponytail. We got in the shower together and immediately kissed, our bodies pressing against each other. She pulled away enough to break the kiss but my arms were still wrapped around her. She reached her hand between us and wrapped her fingers around my cock.

"So... what do you want me to do?" she asked.

"Why don't you surprise me, do what you want to do."

She smiled at me. "I know what I want: everything. This is going to be the first of many times that I make you come. But, you are going to remember this time for the rest of your life. I want that memory to be what you want it to be."

"Okay, I'll tell you what I want. I promise. But first I want to know what you're thinking of."

"Okay." She looked down and ran her fingertips over the head of my cock.

"You see this? I want to feel this in my mouth, I want to feel my lips against your head, feel them wrapped around your hardness. I want to feel my tongue slide along the length of your shaft. And when you come I want you to fill my mouth with the taste of it. I want to feel it shoot out of your cock and know that I made it happen, that I did that for you. That's what I want. Now, tell me what you want." 

I smiled at her, "Well, I was going to say a blowjob but that sounds way better. Let's go with what you want!"

She laughed and smiled at me, "Here goes."

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She got down on her knees and wrapped one of her hands around the base of his shaft, she leaned forward and began to kiss the head of his cock, her kisses deepening until she was sucking gently on the head. She began twirling her tongue around the rim of the head sending pleasure through his body that was almost too intense. Moving her hand she began to lick up and down the entire length of his shaft, lingering at the head for a moment every time she reached the top of his cock. Finally with one last run of her tongue along his length, she took him into her mouth.

It started with shallow motions, but as she began to understand what she was doing she felt her arousal build, and wanted to feel more of his flesh inside her. She began to test how deeply should could take him pressing the head of his cock against the back of her throat. At first it gagged her a little, but it aroused her as well to feel his flesh intruding into her mouth. She wondered if it was possible to take him all in. She rested her hands on his hips so that she could control how deep she went and tried to relax her throat when she would feel his head press against the back of her mouth. She could feel the gag reflex starting to fade, feeling more comfortable when she took him deep. She could feel her arousal building

"I think I'm going to come." She took her mouth off him and looked up.

"Not yet."

"Why?" There was desperation in his voice. She didn't want to get his hopes up if she couldn't do it, but she wanted more time to try and take him all in. 

"I'm just really enjoying it and I don't want it to be over yet. Do you think that you can calm down a little?"

"Give me a second." He turned around and letting the water hit him in the chest he turned the hot all the way off. The sudden coldness took his breath away and as the water ran down his chest and over his cock, he felt the nearness of his orgasm slip away. He had been aroused for over an hour now and could feel the need for release even through the coldness. The build up that would hurt him the next day if he didn't get off made a dull ache in his lower abdomen. If she really let him come in her mouth, it was going to be a lot. He turned the hot water back on and turned around.

"Okay." His orgasm may have retreated but he was as erect as ever.

She had been touching herself while he had calmed down and her arousal had not subsided at all. She immediately began pushing the head of his cock against the back of her throat. She saw that she had two inches left when she took him to the back of her throat. She wanted to feel those two inched on her tongue, feel her lips wrapped around the base of his cock, and feel the head of his cock push into her throat. 

Soon she realized that she wasn't gagging at all when she went her deepest and so she placed his cock as deep in her mouth as she had yet and began to push her mouth forward, she felt his cock penetrate her throat and found her lips around the base of his shaft. She held him there for a moment, realizing that her entire cock was inside her. Her arousal seemed to be in complete control of her and she could feel a wetness in her crotch.

She slowly withdrew and then moved forward again. As she got comfortable with it she picked up the pace. The feel of his cock plunging completely inside her again and again was driving her wild.

"Oh my god... I'm coming."

She wanted his come in her mouth, so she stopped taking him so deep but quickened the pace. Soon she felt the thick fluid shooting out of his head. She felt her pussy cry out to her for attention but she kept her hand off of herself. Her mouth was full of his come and she realized that she would have to swallow some of it to keep it from leaking out of her mouth. She did and the thought of his come sliding down her throat sent new jolts of electricity to her pussy. When he stopped coming she let the come that she hadn't swallowed fall into her hand and she fell backward, laying on the floor of the shower. 

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As the most intense and amazing orgasm of my life began to fade, I watched her take the hand that she had put my come in and begin rubbing her clit. Soon her crotch was smeared with come and she was bucking her hips. She cried out when her orgasm hit her and her body convulsed as her fingers rubbed frantically against her crotch. If I had harbored any doubts about whether she had enjoyed sucking me off, they were gone. When her orgasm faded she brought her hand to her mouth and began to lick the come off of her fingers. I had just come, and the sight of her set my arousal building all over again. She reached down to her crotch and finding more of my come there, gathered it into her fingers and brought them once again to her mouth.

"That was amazing. I have never had anyone do that to me before, but I'm pretty sure that no one will ever match that. You don't have to worry about me remembering that for the rest of my life."

"I know, I know. I don't think that I've ever been that turned on in my entire life. It only took me ten seconds to come I was so turned on."

I grabbed a bar of soap and kneeling down I began to lather her entire body. She moaned appreciatively while she enjoyed the afterglow of her orgasm.

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We got out of the shower and dried each other off. When I was done she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me.

"I don't think we need to wear anything to bed tonight, do you."

"Absolutely not."

She smiled and taking my hand led me to my bedroom. We laid on the bed together, neither of us wanting to get under the covers and deprive ourselves the view of the others naked body. She laid on her back and I laid on my side next to her as we kissed passionately. 

"It's time for my taste." 

Without responding, she spread her legs and I slowly moved my kisses from her mouth down to her breasts, across her stomach, and to the rise of flesh where the first taste anyone had ever had of her pussy awaited me. I took my time, kissing her inner thighs, running my tongue along her outer lips. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating and I gave into my desire to run my tongue between her lips and taste her. I licked the length of her slit repeatedly, teasing her clit each time. 

I moved my body so that I was lying between her legs and I reached my hands under her perfect ass cheeks so that I could hold her sex against my mouth. I began teasing her clit with my tongue and when her arousal began to escape from her mouth as moans I returned to her lips, tasting and sucking on them. I wanted to plunge my tongue inside her, but remembered her request that her first penetration be by a cock. The temptation was difficult to resist. But I harbored the hope that the cock would be mine.  

I felt her wrap her legs around my body and she began to lift her hips, pressing her cunt into my face. I felt her reach down and wrap her hands around my wrists. Her body was responding to her desire and holding me captive to fulfill it. I knew she was getting to the point where release wasn't just a desire, it was a consuming need. I began to concentrate on her clit, flicking my tongue over it, and gently pressing my teeth against it. I felt her legs tighten around me and her hips push forward, she was close and her body was demanding fulfillment. I sucked her clit into my mouth and pushed the tip of my tongue against it. Her body shook and she cried out

"Ooooooohhhh... Fuuuuu... Oooooohhhhh... Yeeeeeessss."

Her orgasm rolled over her and as it began to fade I felt her muscles relax, her legs felt like a weight instead of a vice, and her grip on my wrists weakened. I lay still while the pleasure lingered in her flesh.

"Come here and lay next to me."

I moved up and laid next to her on my back. After a moment she rolled toward me so that she was on her side on her body was pressed against mine. She propped her head up on her hand and looked down into my face.

"That was incredible." She leaned forward and kissed me passionately on the mouth.

"I want to tell you something."

"Okay."

"I've wanted to tell you ever since we first kissed but I was afraid that I would scare you."

"Go ahead."

"And I don't want you to feel like you have to say yes if you don't want to, or that if you don't want to, that the rest of this week can't be just like the past day."

"It's okay, just tell me."

With one hand she held my hand and squeezed it. She placed her other on my cheek and looked directly into my eyes.

"I want you to be my first."

To be continued...



Can You Keep Up?



Luke, I'm sitting here in front of my computer. I have on a black negligee; with a black mesh thong, and a beautiful black lacy bra. I just shaved myself completely, and I'm soft and incredibly smooth, just the way you like. 

I've been sitting here, watching porn and reading some stories on lit. I've been trying to hold out for you to get back online, but I can't wait anymore. I didn't sleep at all after I took my shower. I wanted to keep cumming, I wanted to feel you lick my clit, and finger my ass, and fuck me. My whole trip home I imagined what you would feel like inside me, how good it would feel, what a relief it would be to have your naked cock balls deep inside my dripping cunt.

And here I am, horny as all hell, sitting, waiting. But like I said, I can't wait any longer. I have to cum, and I need to tell you about it. I'm running my fingers up and down the mesh covering my slit. My legs are parted so I have easy access. Wouldn't you love to rub your nose up and down my panties, and inhale deeply? You could lick me through my panties and taste me. My clit is swollen and the hood is puffy. My lips are engorged and slippery. My fingers slide so easily all over my pussy. Luke, I smell so good. I have to taste myself...I'm coating my finger in my juice, and I'm bringing it up and sucking it off. I'm imagining my finger is your cock, covered with my luscious tasting liquid. Mmmm, what tastes better than a pussy coated cock?

My juices are sweet and salty at the same time. It's so good. But my clit needs some attention. I'm running my right index finger gently over my clit, all over it. I'm spreading my fluid over my lips, and rubbing all over my pussy. Everything is so swollen! I can just imagine how amazing it would feel to have you rub your cock against my lips and clit. I know you'd love to feel my hot little nub rub the underside of your shaft...right on that sensitive spot. 

I've grabbed my Hitachi Magic Wand, and it's set on low. I'm keeping it right on my clit, off to my right a little bit. The vibrations are fantastic. I need to feel your tongue on my clit...I want to feel you tease me with your mouth. You've bragged so much about your talents, and now I want you to prove yourself to me by making me cum. 

With my other hand, I've grabbed my metal toy, and I'm teasing the entrance to my cunt with the small end, lathering it in my fluid, slowly warming it up. I have squeezed my muscles tight, and I'm holding it while gently pushing my toy into me. The way my pussy opens up to accept it, and then grabs down on it sends jolts down my spine. My cunt is so talented! I'm imagining it's your finger that you're using to rub my G-spot. While rubbing that spongy part you keep sucking and nibbling my clit. I swear I am headed to ecstasy. Oh Luke, I'm imagining you're finger-fucking me as I slide this toy in and out of me. This end is slender but satisfying. Oh god, my clit vibrating, ugh, good feeling in my cunt...so soft and smooth, ugh, ugh, ugh. Yes, Luke, fuck me with your fingers...let me squeeze them. I want your fingers to be soaked with my cum before you pull them out of me and suck on them.

I need to feel something more, something that will leave me feeling fuller. I'm turning my toy around, to the wide end. When I press it against my opening, it won't go in at first. I'm imagining it's the head of your cock, pressing into me. I'm only letting it go right inside me. If I had you here with me right now, I'd be straddling your hips, and just keeping the head of your cock inside me, squeezing and releasing; then I'd raise myself till you'd just pop out, then I'd go back down, so you'd be fucking me with just the tip of your member. I'd savor every time my muscles popped over your ridge. Mmmm.

But Luke, I'm getting to the point where I want to be filled, and pumped and fucked. I want to impale myself on your solid rod. I want to work myself all over your cock. So I'm pulling out my metal toy, and grabbing my vibrating dildo. I wish I had you right now in front of me, sitting on your knees, so you were eye level with my cunt. I'd love for you to watch as I rub the head of my vibrator over my clit, and coat it in my juices. 

I want you to fuck me with my toy, watch how my pussy lips spread as the tip disappears into me. Can you imagine sitting in front of me, with my legs spread wide, with my ass on the edge of a chair? Move it inside me, rub it around everywhere, just like I'm doing now. That is exactly how I want you to orient your cock with my cunt. Touch every square inch of it, map it out, feel my depths, and claim them as yours. 

God Luke, I want you to fuck me, to slide your hard dick in and out of my wet folds, I want you to make me moan and cry, scream and groan. Make me beg to feel your cock pump into me harder. I'm thrusting this toy in as fast as I can, but I know it pales in comparison to what you'd give me. My toy is vibrating the way you would throb deep inside me. God I'm going to cum again soon. Yes, my clit, and my cunt, at the same time. Oh yes, yes, yes, yes...my head is rolling from side to side, and my breathing is becoming hard and heavy. My chest is heaving and my tits are tingling; my nipples are hard as stones, and the lace feels heavenly on them. I want you to bite my nipples, and then suck them hard, each one at a time while you gouge me with your tool. Yes, oh, each nipple, they're so hard, oh god, my clit is tingling, I'm going to cum, yes, oh, shallow...and now deep. Of fuck, I just came hard. Oh Christ, my pussy is still clenching my vibrator. 

Do you think you could keep up with my toys? How long could you go before you shot your load deep inside my cunt? I'd love to feel your hot cum sear my pussy walls and mingle with my cum. Ooh, my pussy tingles at the thought of feeling your bare cock within me. Mmmm, Lukie, I think I'm going to need a nap to recover from this little adventure. You have no idea how much I wish you were here with me to explore my body and all it's splendid surprises with me. Wow, I'm shaking after those last few orgasms. I know you'd leave me shaking too...until later,

Chris



Can You Kiss Me Like This?



A kiss is just a kiss. . .NOT 

Call this a sequel to My Take on Writing a Female Orgasm or just a new 'How To' story; either way, I'm going to write about that old school yard rhyme K-I-S-S-I-N-G. How do you put feelings into a kiss? How do you make it more than just two wet tongues sliding in a warm cave of teeth and gums? 

Stop and take a minute to look at your characters and their situations. . .then imagine yourself in the embrace of that individual whose lips are coming down to assault yours. 

Assault? 

Yes, that's the word I used. It is an assault. It is supposed to be if done correctly. It is supposed to attack your senses and in this case since you aren't standing in front of your reader kissing them, you have to attack them with your words, though for some readers, they would be willing to trade up and take the real thing if you were offering it. 

Kissing. 

A simple word for something that brings about so many changes in a person's body. A virgin kiss. A welcome home kiss. A hero kiss. A rapist's kiss. A kiss between mother and child, father and son. A kiss of desperation and longing. So many kisses and yet you have to portray them all differently. The question is how? 

I'm not here to tell you this is how to write a kiss. I'm just offering a source to come back to if you desire, or a starting point to consider. I'll give examples of kissing and you are free to interpret them in whatever way you desire. 

Do I draw you into the moment or was I flat in my description? I want to know what the character is feeling. I want to be assaulted by the lips of the person claiming my hero/heroine. 

Virgin Kiss

Emily looked up to Tyler; she'd been dreaming of this moment since she was a little girl. She'd had a crush on the boy since Elementary School, now he was a man and he stood before her. His lips came closer to hers. They were the same lips that brought smiles to her face. Now as the distance that separated them was pushed away she had no more thoughts except one; the need to please him.

Their lips touched and she breathed in the scent of his cologne, his breath and his very being. Her heart skidded to a halt as the soft brush of his mouth against hers forced her knees to grow weak. Emily closed her eyes and her fingers slid up to grip his arms as she melted into him. She felt his tongue slip out and when it touched her lips, she gasped from the surprise, but she opened her mouth willingly. 

She felt the spark of heat rush through her and her face flamed hot from the emotions that ran over her. Unsure of what to do, but loving the sensations that were quietly surfacing she tilted her head and timidly touched his tongue with hers. She was lost then as his fingers moved into her head and coaxed her to deepen the kiss and when she did, she was lost.

Words like dreaming of and crush, let the reader know that this moment is one that Emily has wanted for quite some time. That sets the stage for the reader that this is a big move for this young woman, perhaps she's a teenager on her first date, in this case though for Lit. reasons she's eighteen and perhaps lived like a nun. *wink* 

Her heart skidded. This shows that she was taken back by the initial contact of skin on skin. She probably felt some tingles and perhaps a tilting of her world, because she was finally kissing the boy that had become a man. Words are your paints and you have to brush them onto the pages, but do you do it lightly or do you boldly stroke them? 

Desperate Times

Marc grabbed Sophia and pulled her to him. Their eyes locked and held. They both had denied the attraction, but now as the clock ticked down the final seconds, they both knew that this was it for them. They had only this moment to show each other what they felt. His mouth crushed hers and without thinking of the future, their tongues collided with each other. 

He pushed deeply into her mouth as she forced her tongue into his. They battled, both wanting to feast on what they had denied themselves. She clung to him as her head twisted to the right then the left. Each time she moved, she drove deeper inside his welcoming home. 

The sound of the timer reached their ears and they separated. They stared at the swollen lips that they had denied tasting for so long. Their embrace tightened as their lips met one last time. 

This couple died. Before they did though they shared a kiss that was full of weeks, months, maybe years of denial. They both wanted more, but something forced them to never act on it, until it was to late. When they became aware that the end was near the desperation in never knowing what could have been, broke through the barriers that were placed in front of them and they took the leap into each others arms. A kiss. . .simple and yet powerful. 

Showing the reader the power of a "desperate" kiss is important. You want them to feel the spark of heat that comes when these two strong minded individuals finally give into the basic instinct to connect with someone they are attracted to. Words such as: longing, denial, taste, swollen, bruised, can be used to show a kiss that is wanted, but for some reason was held off. Now the couple is hungry for it; they can't wait and they eventually give in.

Teasing Kiss

Sylvia smirked as she slid up Gabe's body. She'd left all his clothes on while she crawled all over him. Now as she looked down on his smiling face she thought of what to do next. Her finger moved over his lips, tracing the shape. Keeping her blue eyes open she closed the distance between them and her tongue slipped out to take the path her finger had moments before caressed. She licked the upper lip of her spouse, then the lower, eventually she slid her tongue over the seam. 

Gabe opened his mouth, begging her to come in and devour him. His body tingled in anticipation for more. His tongue came out and licked the taste of her on his skin. She jumped back and winked, not allowing him to kiss her. When he retreated she returned and this time she slipped her tongue over his teeth, enjoying the smooth pearls. Her teeth tugged on his lower lip, before she was to aroused to deny herself any longer. "Kiss me," she told him. 

He did.

Can you see Sylvia straddling her lover and just staring down on him with this look of. . ."Gottcha" and a naughty wink? I can. I hope you can too. I see this woman who feels empowered, but as soon as she kisses him, tastes his mouth and plays with his lips, she can't hold back, she wants more and knows only he can give it to her. 

What happened next? Did he roll her onto her back and have his way with her? Did he rip his clothes off and dive immediately into her slick sex? Or. . .did he return the favor and tease her into submission? 

Words used here let the reader know that this woman was going to tease her lover and build up the tension. Sliding, crawling, tracing. . .slow movements on part of the character lets the reader know this is a tease that will slowly build up to something promising. Begging and anticipating lets you feel how much the recipient is wanting this to happen and how much they wish the other would hurry and end their suffering.

True Love 

Rebecca looked into the eyes of her husband. They had been through so much, now as he stood before her on a day that was similar to the one they shared fifty years ago, she felt herself being pulled back into the past. She loved this man and she could tell that he too loved her. They had been through so much and she longed for many years to come. Her fingers swept into his hair and when the Minister pronounced them husband and wife - again, she pressed her fingers into his scalp, beckoning him to meet her half way. 

Alan studied his wife and placed both his hands on her face. He cupped her beautiful features and lowered his lips to hers. They touched, merged together just as they did so long ago. This time when they kissed it was not the kiss of youths, but the kiss of two adults who had found themselves still very much in love. His fingers slid to her hair and held her to him. His tongue slid inside her mouth and hers slipped inside his. They stroked slowly, each renewing the hunger that they shared. Each danced a melody upon the other, both gliding and stroking, each one desiring to taste the other. 

When they separated their eyes held and everyone in the room was speechless as they took in the couple that had seen their children grow and become parents. The power of their kiss was felt by many and yet only the couple themselves sensed how much the other needed them. 

I hope you feel the strong bind that this couple has. They have renewed their marriage vows in front of friends and family, kids and grandkids and they are looking forward to experiencing many more years to come. I can sense theirs is a love that is strong and has stood the test of time. Theirs is dependable and sure. They have had ups and downs, but in the end their love conquered all, which is how love should be. 

Their kiss is represented by time. It is seen with words that display a gentleness and a longing that both people share. Stroking, sliding, gliding. Words that are smooth and sure, just like their marriage. 

Forced Kiss

His arm gripped hers in a vise like hold and he dragged her to the back of the alley. His eyes were dark, almost black as they feasted on her skin. With a forceful shove he pressed himself against her and forced her back into the hard brick wall. Jack Barns refused to let the spicy vixen scream. He pulled the gun from where he'd pushed it against her waist and pushed his tongue into her open mouth. She was going to scream, now she was forced to accept his invasion. 

He plunged the thick muscle against hers and pulled her head to the side, giving him deeper access. He raped and bullied her mouth, bruising her lips and when she fought back, his teeth began their assault. He bit down on her lower lip and sucked on it, growling low as he rubbed his growing erection against her. His tongue licked at her, tasting the blood he'd forced from her. The cut now bleeding freely was ignored for the time being as he began to drive back into her sweet home. 

She'd fight him. He liked it when they fought.

I see this as a dark invasion behind a seedy bar. Perhaps the character was lured their by someone she knew or just someone approached her as she was about to walk into the establishment. Either way, she's being forced to accept this man's kiss and she doesn't want it. 

Words are there for us to use. We have to show the reader the characters thoughts and feelings. The words, drag, vise like hold, dark, feast, forceful all have strong meanings. They show dominance and the situation seems to be dangerous. This is revealed later with the words gun, scream, invasion. 

The kiss is a demanding one. It says. . .I'm taking you, whether you like it or not. Fight me. . .I want you to. I can picture this woman struggling and her adrenaline is pumping through her veins. Will she win or will she lose her battle?

Just because you see a kiss in your head doesn't mean the reader will. You need to let the reader see it too. A kiss is not just a kiss. It is so much more. If you are writing a story with no emotion, depth, or true colors then how can a reader see it? 

Jill kissed her boyfriend Mike on the lips. It was nice. She wanted more. 

Or...

Jill's lips pressed firmly against Mike's. Their softness beckoned her for more and she knew she would need to feast from them often. 

I think if I were Jill, I'd be wanting to kiss the lips that belonged to Mike in the second example, not the first. How bland that sentence seems. It was nice? I mean doesn't beckoning for more let a reader know... that was some kiss? Feast from them often? Again, if it wasn't nice, would she be wanting to feast from them at all? 

Choose your words carefully and see what you get when your finished. Ask yourself, if I were reading this would I want to continue and see what comes next? Or would I want to pull out and drown myself from the lack of description in the words, a more painless death?

So remember there are a thousand meanings behind a kiss and it is your job as a writer to write them in there.



Can You Look At My...Laptop?



Frank sat back in his chair satisfied with his job he had done on the script he was writing on his computer. Part of his job as a technical support specialist involves proactively finding solutions to users' problems and this script should save him and users quite some time and frustration in accessing the company's resources in the coming months. Just as he was admiring his handwork a knock at his office door surprises him, as he does not often get visitors, something which he thinks is probably due to his office being located well out of the way at the end of a long set of winding corridors at the rear of the building, but in reality could have more to do with Frank's imposing physical stature, being a large black, 6'5" tall and 300lbs man that has managed to maintain the muscular physique he attained playing college football.

"Come in", he shouts over the din of the large rack of computer servers in the adjoining room and then remembers to shut the glass door separating the rooms which magically blocks the noise and returns his office to its normal level of quiet. The door opens and he is stunned to see Mandy walk in, smiling at him warmly. Mandy is a temp secretary who recently joined the company, and although Frank has exchanged pleasantries with her in passing one another in the hallways, he has never actually had the opportunity to carry on a conversation with her or get to know her any better.

"I hope I'm not disturbing you. Can I come around your desk?" she asks as she strides into the room and walks around the large desk covered with computer monitors and all manner of other peripherals that he uses to manage the company's IT systems. "Sure" he says as he scoots his chair backwards to make room for her as she half sits on his desk, something which strikes Frank as pleasantly personal and somehow slightly sensual and much more intimate than sitting in one of the guest chairs he has in front of his desk. "I need a favor. I want to buy a laptop and I need some advice on what to look for". Glad for the human interaction and a chance to talk technology with someone, Frank begins to discuss what laptops he has seen come onto the market recently with her and she listens attentively asking questions ever so often about the meaning of the computer jargon he uses or other things she doesn't understand.

They talk for some time, Mandy jotting down notes as they do. When she pauses to write Frank takes in her full appearance for the first time. He sneaks a look at her body and realizes that Mandy is actually quite well built; although not very tall, she look to have a very athletic body, slender waist and very well proportioned breasts under the business skirt suit she is wearing. After Mandy is satisfied she has all the information she needs, she thanks Frank and leaves. He glances at her as she walk out noticing her very round, apple shaped butt as she slips out the door smiling at him as she goes. After thinking a few very lewd thoughts about bending her over his desk, Frank goes back to work and thinks nothing more of her or the visit.

A week later, Frank is again surprised by a visit from Mandy; this time she is carrying the laptop she bought based on his advice and ask if he wants to see what she ended up getting. Accepting the offer, Frank clears some space on his desk and Mandy again comes around the desk so that he has to move his chair to make room for her. This time, Frank notices her perfume and the way in which her outfit fits her curves snugly as she backs him to remove the new laptop from its bag. She hands him the laptop and he opens it, places it on his desk and turns it on. Frank whistles, impressed with the features of the laptop as he explores its capabilities while she watches over his shoulder pointing out things he may have missed. Eager to show him a certain feature, she leans over him and Frank freezes, suddenly uneasy with the closeness of her body, as he pretends to be engrossed with what she is showing him and tries not to display the unexpected arousal as he begins to think rude thoughts again.

Admonishing himself for acting like a hormone crazed school boy instead of the consummate professional he likes to think of himself as, he pushes aside the thoughts and gives Mandy his full attention. After congratulating her finding such a good deal on what is a very nice laptop, she thanks him for his help and packs it away, telling him "Thanks again for your help; I owe you one" as she leaves his office. Frank spends the next few minutes dreamily thinking about Mandy's visit and wondering why a seemingly innocent interaction with a temp secretary was affecting him like that, but still starts to revert to thinking rude thoughts again, like thinking about what Mandy would look like sitting on his desk with her skirt bunched up around her waist. Feeling himself begin to get aroused he shakes himself out of it and returns to working on his latest project.

Frank doesn't see Mandy for a week after that encounter and has almost forgotten all about it when she comes into his office late one evening as he is preparing to leave. "I hope you are not leaving now", she says, sounding almost in tears. "I'm having a real issue with my new laptop". Resting his briefcase back down, Franks agrees to have a look at the problem for her, trying to hide his delight at getting a chance to see her again in the close confines of his office. Mandy quickly opens the laptop and begins to show Frank the problem she is having, but, lost in his own impromptu fantasies, he doesn't hear a word she is saying. Looking back at him after a pause when she asks him a question that he doesn't answer, she catches Frank staring and the backs of her bare knees which are now exposed as she bends over the desk to reach the laptop's keyboard.

"Frank!" she says again, half shocked and incredulous to see him openly leering at her so blatantly, especially given that she always got the impression that he was very straight-laced, and half aroused suddenly aware of this scenario that she was now in: i.e. alone in the office of a large, well built man, after hours with most of the other employees already left for the day, bent over his desk with him clearly lasciviously admiring her legs. "Are you quite finished now" she says trying to sound annoyed, but only succeeding in sounding amused with a smirk now appearing on her lips. Frank, on the other hand is mortified at being caught acting so inappropriately and is just as surprised as Mandy at his actions and apologizes profusely. Mandy assures him that it is quite alright and admits she is somewhat flattered, but say she still needs help with her problem, and turns again to the laptop. 

This time Frank, already embarrassed, looks with her at the laptop screen and start to help her resolve her issue. Having listened to the symptoms she is describing and showing him, Frank suspect he knows what the problem is and starts to try to fix it by going into the registry and searching for the offending values that may be causing the malfunctions and he leans over the laptop screen now engrossed in the challenge of correcting the problem. Mandy, now relieved that Frank seems to know how to fix her laptop stands up to give him room to work. For the first time she notices Frank's muscularity which is now clearly visible as he is hunched over, his shirt and pants now clinging to his back and thighs. A little flustered by her own actions of checking out Frank, it's her turn to be inappropriate by giving Frank a good once overtaking in all of his physical attributes that she never noticed before, namely his large muscular build, large strong hands and his round, well shaped butt, etc.

Thinking now about catching Frank looking at her legs, she begins to look at him in a very different light, and bends over, pretending to look over his shoulder, but really trying to get a better look at his body and smell his cologne. Mandy is now completely taken aback by the effect Frank is having on her, being so close to him and realizing, from gossip she has heard in passing around the office about the women who have called repeatedly and visited, clearly enamored by Frank, that she is alone with a seemingly virile black man who was just moments ago was checking her out too. Almost without debating it internally she comes to a decision about Frank, surprised at how daring it is and how fast her decision was made: she is going to seduce Frank, right here and now.

Soon, Frank declares victory at having solved the issue, turns to show Mandy and comes face to face with her staring at him with a very mischievous look on her face. Stammering, now visibly uneasy about her change in demeanor, Frank tries to explain to her what he did to resolve the issue, but she interrupts him. "Frank, why were you looking at my legs just now?" she asks reveling in his unease. 

"I'm really sorry about that, my mind just wandered..." Frank tries to explain, but again Mandy interrupts.

"No, you misunderstand, Frank. I'm not admonishing you, I'm now actually quite interested in what you were thinking about".

Frank is now speechless as his mind is reeling trying to see where this is going and whether he has stepped over some boundary in acceptable office behavior that will ultimately get him fired for sexual harassment. Mandy continues "You see, Frank, I'm all of a sudden finding myself very much attracted to you. I think seeing you oogle me has peaked my curiosity." Physically relieved that it doesn't seem as if his job is in jeopardy, Frank sighs in relief, but then immediately realizes what this means...Mandy is coming onto him. Straight away he looks at her again in fresh surprise, this time in expectation of what might happen next remembering they are now probably all alone in the entire office.

"Ah, ...curious about what?", he ventures cautiously, sweat now beginning to form on his forehead. , Mandy folds her arms under her breast, a move which comes from an entire arsenal of disarming tactics all women are born with the knowledge of, which is designed to distract and confuse their male opponents. 

"Well, for one thing I'm now curious about what you were thinking a moment ago when you were staring at me like that" she says with smirk. 

"I... I...", Frank stammers, his mind now unable to form something, anything he can bullshit her with to get himself off the spot. She looks at him with raised eyebrows as if to say "yes?" and finally, he resigns himself to the truth. 

"Honestly", he begins, "I had a brief lapse of judgment and I was fantasizing about your legs" he admits.

"Really? And why is that Frank? I mean I've been working here for weeks and after all this time, why would you now start oogling me? I haven't dressed any differently today ..." she trails off smiling at Frank.

"I really don't know. You have to believe that I'm not the type of person to 'put the moves' on women or anything like that" Frank protests. "It's just..."

"Yes" she prompts.

"They....look so delicious", Frank says quietly after a moment.

Mandy is taken aback by his response and she touches her throat subconsciously, half out of shock and half out of the arousal she is now feeling at the thought of Frank grabbing her legs with his big strong hands and pressing his mouth to them. "Is that right" she says after a moment of silence. "Well, I don't know, Frank" she says seductively now stepping towards him, "that sounds like some very damning talk. If I went to the ethics committee with it you might loose your job over talk like that, Frank". She stops inches in front of him craning her neck to look up into his eyes. "I think there is only one solution to this..."

"Which is?" Frank asks quietly, now smiling back at her.

"If you actually found out for yourself if my legs are, as you say, 'delicious', then it's just a fact you are telling me. It couldn't be misconstrued as you prepositioning me. You'd just be giving me your opinion. No harm in that, right?" As she says this she reaches out and takes Frank's hand and places it on her hip.

"That is one solution I guess", Frank beams and raises his other hand to her hip and slowly draws her towards him so that they are now standing closely, touching slightly. She immediately feels his erection on her belly and her smile is now gone and is replaced by a look of pure wanton lust. Frank dips his head and moves as if to plant an open-mouthed kiss on her neck with agonizingly slowness, pausing a nanometer away from her so that she feels his warm breath first before he does, and then finally tastes her skin.

Mandy moans at the feel of his big soft lips on her neck and her legs momentarily become weak as she leans into him, now pressing her breasts into his chest. Encouraged by the feel of Mandy's nipples rubbing on him, Frank lets escape a moan of his own and his soft kiss turns into the rough devouring of Mandy's neck. He now grasps her round butt with both hands and grinds himself into her, making sure she can feel his now rock hard dick pressing against her mons.

Mandy responds almost frantically by grabbing Frank's head and firmly encouraging him lower to her breasts, trying desperately to undo the buttons of her blouse with one hand at the same time as she also tries to tip toe to simultaneously position Frank's seemingly enormous erection right on her pussy so she can dry hump him. After some frustrated grunts and some frantic jostling, Frank's mouth eventually latches onto Mandy's mouth and inhales her large, firm breast, sucking hard on her nipple. Mandy screams at the incredible sensations, being someone who could be brought to orgasm just by breasts-play alone, and digs her nails into Frank's back, convulsing from extreme ecstasy and gyrating her hips and rubbing her now sopping wet cunt hard against Frank's bulging cock.

Frank's fingers scrunches Mandy's skirt up so that it is bunched under his grasp, giving him access to her bare flesh underneath and he shoves his hand inside the seat of her panties, his fingers seeking out her hot, dripping wet pussy. Mandy rewards his efforts by managing somehow to spread her legs while still tip toeing and grinding herself against him, and allowing him to plunge his middle and ring fingers into snatch. Mandy screams "Yes!" at this welcomed violations and reaches between them, and fumbling with his belt and pants zip, her other hand still holding his head against her breast, not wanting to sacrifice the pleasure of any of the sensations she is now feeling.

Frank, now possessed by primal lust, dips his fingers in and out of Mandy's seeping cunt hole and smears pussy juice up her ass crack, lubing her clenching asshole. Without warning he jams his big oversized thumb into Mandy's ass and then resumes finger fucking her at the same time with two of his massive digits. At this time Mandy has at last won the battle with Frank's pants and is able to free his rigidly pulsing ten inch phallus and is almost completely beside herself with bliss and lust. She strokes it roughly and then reaches down and cups and fondles Frank's massive balls, cooing at the sheer size of them, momentarily slowing her bucking and writhing on Frank's fingers.

Unable to contain herself anymore, Mandy plants her feet, shoves Frank back onto his desk so he is now half sitting, half standing and, after hitching up her skirt even further so it is bunched around her waist, Mandy raises a leg in one swift movement, and plant her foot on the desk next to Frank as if trying to stomp to death a stapler sized bug in one move. For the first time, Frank has a close up view of exactly how spectacular Mandy's legs really are. Seeing her bare legs all the way up, feet still in their stiletto heels, and the sight of Mandy's engorged pussy lips and pudgy protruding clit seemingly drives him to complete abandon and he grabs Mandy's panties and rips them off in on angry movement.

Mandy has already scooted herself close enough that she is standing, one leg planted wide on the floor and the other planted firmly on the desk, straddling him. She grabs Frank's ready dick and rubs it slowly up and down the entire length of her fuck slit, making sure the head is well coated with her pussy juice and then quickly guides it into herself, not waiting to savor that delicious feeling as she normally does, but instead sinking immediately onto it, wanting to be completely filled by Frank's enormous fuck-rod as soon as possible.

Frank is even more anxious than Mandy to be buried deep inside her and grabs her waist and promptly start pumping his dick in and out of Mandy in long purposeful strokes. Mandy and Frank are now both grunting and moaning loudly, not caring if anyone is in fact still in the office. They both look down staring at Frank's huge tool disappearing into her cunt and pistoning in and out like some perverse runaway engine. Mandy soon begins to feel that old familiar building sensation and throws back her head, eyes closed and begins to match Frank stroke for stroke, gyrating on him like a deranged belly dancer, while Frank, face now bathed in sweat, quickens his pace, also feeling his cum rising, grunting and moaning and spewing assorted expletives in time with his thrusts.

Soon both Frank and Mandy are coming at the same time, her head now lolling, mouth open, squealing in delight and him, eyes rolled into the back of his head, pumping her like his life depended on it, his dick starts spewing what seems to him like gallons of hot jism into her. Mandy's own cum now floods her pussy as she climaxes and the combination of his and her ejaculates are now seeping out between thrust and dripping down their legs in thick rivulets.

Frank cums so hard, he imagines the top of his head has lifted off and for a moment he is convinced he can see down on their two rutting bodies, while Mandy's orgasm peaks with her trying somehow to milk every last sensation with her body, her legs shuddering every so often, her eyes fluttering as she abandons herself to it and lets it wash over her and then subside like a pleasure tide. As they both come back to earth they first look into each others' eyes and then erupt in huge, goofy grins that threaten to cause both of their heads to drop off and then, quite ridiculously start to look around, as if there was any real chance in hell that anyone who was still there didn't actually hear them just fucking like crazy moments before.

"Wow, that was....ummm", Frank finally says smiling at Mandy with the most silly grin on his face.

"Yeah", she finishes, "really...uummm", and they both begin giggling like school girls.

"I didn't even think you were the type to do something like that, Frank", Mandy chuckles warmly.

"Trust me, neither did I" Frank says, now making an attempt to withdraw his now softening, well spent phallus from Mandy tactfully. The both stand, Mandy almost spilling onto the floor and she lowers her leg, which sends then into another gale of giggles. Nervously, they straighten themselves, now avoiding each other's glances, not quite ready to deal with the reality of what just happened and what it might mean for their working relationship from now on.

With their cloths fixed as best they can, Frank finally say "I don't know about you, but that was incredible. It may have just been the best sex of my life. I know it was stupid and irresponsible and dangerous if we got caught and I know they say that you should never get involved sexually with coworkers, and all of that, but..."

"Yes?" Mandy intones.

"That was just too fucking amazing to just do once. I say continue this outside the office and let's see where this goes." He finishes, hesitantly.

"You know, Frank." Mandy says, slowly. "I think I'd like that. I think we just shortcutted the entire dating process. Why not!"

To be continued...